Today we had a moment...and, what a gawd awful moment it was. Gabe had a meltdown in the post office that probably had people thinking they needed to call Nanny 911 on me. Let me back up a little bit. I had a shitload of packages I needed to mail off...3 big boxes (and I mean BIG), 2 small ones, and a large padded envelope. I had them all ready when I went to get Joey yesterday after school and he and Gabe gladly and happily helped me carry them into the post office. There was even a sweet man who grabbed a box and held the door open for us. But, damn it, I managed to forget that yesterday was a federal holiday so we had to turn around, schlep all the packages out, and plan to come back the next day (today).
Today was a different story. All was well until we actually got in line. Gabe started trying to climb things, kick my boxes, be loud and rude to me, and wasn't that great with Joey either. Now, Gabe knows I don't tolerate that kind of behavior but, he is also smart enough to know I was stuck (cause I really needed those packages to go out). I did everything I could think of to calm him down. I tried to get him to stand with me because he was pinging off of Joey but then he started screaming "I WANT TO BE WITH JOE." It really was a no win situation. I reached a point were I looked at him and said "One more time and you are going straight to your room when we get home" at which point he started screaming "I DON"T WANT TO GO TO MY ROOM!" I think I got one chuckle from someone when they heard me tell him that "First of all, I didn't ask if you wanted to go. I said you WILL go to your room. And, second of all, I love you very much but I don't like this behavior at all." He really needed a *sharp swat to his butt but people are so hair trigger to scream abuse that all I felt comfortable doing there was a light tap on his butt. It didn't phase him. I ended up filling out the customs form on one package with him slung across my shoulder because he was attempting to run away when he was standing on the ground. Of course, me picking him up just pissed him off further so the whole post office got treated to the dulcet voice of my youngest screaming at full volume. I apologized profusely as we left the post office. Once we got home, he got one sharp swat on his butt which was enough to cut the tirade short and get him to listen to me. After he spent some time in his room, he chilled out completely and had a good evening. Geez, I should have filmed his behavior and marketed it as teenage birth control. It was enough to scare anyone off. Guess it's days like this that make me understand why tigers eat their young. Seriously, it's a good thing I love him, I worked so hard to get him here, and he is so damned cute.
*Yeah, I believe a swat to his butt has a place in the disciplinary repertoire. It should never be done out of anger but it sure can help stop a spiraling meltdown.