My 4 yo DS seems to really look for opportunities to rage.
Today for example, he said he was full at breakfast. I checked with him three times that he didn't want more yoghurt, fruit, porridge, toast. He said no thanks and off he went. His little sister eats one purple yoghurt and he goes bananas, saying he'd wanted it and that I was to give him another, "RIGHT NOW," It was the last one so I couldn't.
Or, then I ask him to get dressed but he can still watch telly whilst he does it. He doesn't. Ten mins later, I ask him again, politely and calmly. He doesn't. A few minutes later, I ask him again, politely and calmly, saying that if he doesn't get dressed, his telly will go off. He still doesn't. Off goes the box and I ask him to get dressed.
The shouting, screaming, kicking, chucking of toy buggy begins and he goes to nursery in his pyjamas. Clothes in a bag with him mind.
Why would a four year old want to have two massive tantrums before 8am almost every day? Why can't I think of any way to avoid them? Well, I know why - because I need to get out of the house at a certain time and that's dependent on his co-operation, leaving us open to his rage. I'm sick and tired of living with constant tension and upset.
I feel like I'm getting a stomach ulcer with waiting for his rages. And that he's setting me up every time and that I'm dealing with a child who is far cleverer than I and I just don't stand a chance. I give him extra time, I try to anticipate the potential problem causing issues but nothing works.
HIs poor little sister gets diddly attention because he's so demanding. It reminds me of school where either the troublemakers or the super bright kids got all the teacher assistance and the well behaved, co-operative but average kids muddle along by themselves.
He had a spell of good behaviour (one month) but it's just gone now back to how he's been since he was nearly two years old. And it's a bank holiday weekend this weekend and it's going to be hell because it's always worse rage when DH and I are together at the weekend.
I just want to ignore him totally all weekend and pretend he doesn't exist. Not helped by horrible morning sickness. Poor poor me.