Calgon, take me away!

Someone please take my children. I am tired. Of their attitude. Of their crap. Of their behavior.
Zevan has gotten louder and more defiant in the last week. Zander continues to act like a 13 year old with his frakking attitude, but like a 2 year old with his frakking tantrums.
We had a birthday party to go to today and Zander had been looking forward to it all week. An hour before the party time, Zander had a HUGE tantrum about not wanting to go. We talked about obligation:
M: How would you feel if your friend said they were coming for a playdate and then they didn’t come?
Z: I would feel nothing.
M: Inside:
Outwardly, I calmly say, “I don’t think that’s true. I think you would be disappointed and maybe sad.”
Z: I said I would feel nothing.
Oh. My. God. WTF?! I wanted to wring his neck. Instead, I tried… a few other situations, and he continued to say he’d feel NOTHING.
Finally:
M: What if I said we were going to the zoo, and then said, “NO. We’re not going.” How would that make you feel?
He gave me a dirty look and said nothing.

We finally got things worked out and he was back in a “good mood” to go to the party.
The party went okay, but then he ended the party by punching the birthday boy. FAN-FRAKKIN-TASTIC. Can you say MORTIFIED?!?!?
Someone kidnap me and whisk me away to Margaritaville, PLEASE!
I’m definitely seeing military school in Zander’s future at this point.
Bye, honey! See you on the weekends! 
I can’t even start on Zevan’s antics. I just want to crawl into a hole and never come out.





