Kicking, Screaming, Happy Monday
We've been in a slump lately. A tantrum slump. Meaning, there are tantrums all. the. time. I'm really sick of it. Tantrums don't work. My kids should know that by now. And, yet, they still happen. Why? I. Don't. Know. But, just for kicks, here's some reasons they've thrown tantrums over the years. Because... Max wanted me to home school him. (As I lay here on my bed, in sweats, in quiet , you can see why this won't happen.) Noah wanted me to rent him a game on Redbox. (The last time I did that, I forgot about it and had to pay almost as much as it would've cost to buy the dang thing. Also, he played it once .) Sadie (at age 8) had a meltdown because I mentioned to her brother that if she had a baby at 15, she would have to put it up for adoption. ("You're going to make me give my baby away?!?!?") Do I have to explain this one? Any one of the seven didn't want to go to church. Happens every week. Every. Week. Yet, still, t...