3 is..

Im about to spill my guts right now, sorry in advance.

3 is tough, its also super magical and hilarious but tough.
Seb has wore me thin today, thats probably the understatement of the year because holy god, that guy.

His listening ears are turned off 99% of the time. He drives a good bargain but if it doesnt work in his favor,  they'll be trouble.
He is so strong willed which will be a blessing but at the moment, for me, its a curse. He fights me about breakfast cereals, then he fights me on where he wants to eat. It carries on to what clothes he wants to wear to what music we listen to in the car. It continues all day, whatever he wants,  he'll try and get.

Im all for compromise but arent I the adult? Tonight was fucked to put it bluntly. He wanted biscuits when I was literally serving dinner, he didnt get them. He was told to sit and eat, he didnt. He started smooshing food under his feet..I was done. He got sent to bed and he threw an epic fit screaming for dinner. I let him try again but low and behold he wouldnt eat.

Screaming in the hallway

Screaming in the bedroom

He awoke a sleeping dais.

I was livid. That was it, we were both done. I love that kid but im glad im not looking at his face for the next 10 hours.

I feel like im failing him as a parent, I want him happy but I cannot give in to his every request. I want to be calm, I want him calm. I want it to be smooth sailing instead of constantly rough seas but smooth seas don't make skilled sailors. Tomorrow will be a better day.