Well, it finally happened…..Evan called me a “Mean Mommy!”. He didn’t say it in anger or with a raised voice. That would actually have been easier to take. Instead it was while we were cuddling before bedtime. He said “Can we play sock monkeys and bears again tomorrow?” I said “Sure” Then he said
“Could you not be mean to me tomorrow?”
After some prodding he said I was mean to him when I “yelled at him”. I asked if he remembered why I yelled. Of course he didn’t.
We’ve been butting heads lately because he will ask me for something, I will say “no” and then he will keep asking and refusing to acknowledge my “no”. It drives Dewey and I nuts. Especially when I say no to something and he then says “But STILL, I can *insert what he was asking for/to do here*”. So, I explained to him again why he was in trouble tonight. Not sure it will sink in.
Regardless, he feels persecuted, I feel frustrated. Definitely a lose/lose.
I swear….kids should come with an instruction manual!