The last week has been……. interesting.
And by “interesting” I mean “What demonic spirit has possessed The Tackler and what do I have to do to exorcise it?”
The Dark Side of his Superpower has reemerged yet again.
Stronger and more powerful than before.
He will not listen. Or rather, he will listen, completely disregard what was said, and then precede to execute the action that he was just told not to do.
He has had bouts of with it in the past, but it was mainly restricted to either knocking over Lil’ Diva, or swim lessons before we discovered Miss Beth.
Currently, this Superpower is running rampant for just about anything.
Tipping over the Kangeroo Climbing? Check.
Tossing various objects at the chandelier light in the play room? Check.
Getting into the cupboards and grabbing items in “time out?” Heck yes.
Refusing to go to the potty before his bladder is ready to burst? Most definitely.
Covert and overt attacks on his sister? Sometimes he won’t even try to hide them anymore.
And the list goes on. And on. And on.
The biggest change has been toward CG. In the past, The Tackler has been so thrilled to bask in Daddy’s attention, he was fairly well behaved. But now, if he has to share the attention of CG with Lil’ Diva, it punches the “activate” button for the Selective Hearing Superpower and slides the setting of Pushing Daddy’s Buttons into “overload.”
Such a scenario occurred last Saturday (while I was away keeping a very sick Bobbi company) which resulted in the majority of The Favorite Toys being taken away.
I lost count of how many annoyed phone calls CG sent my way.
We don’t have texting enabled on our phones, so when he’s annoyed, he treats his phone calls as texts: he says something cryptic, then hangs up before I ask for clarification.
They are meant to make me come home, but in reality, they just piss me off and cause me to stay away longer.
But that’s a story for another day.
The only calls that informed me of The Tackler In Full Button Pushing Mode were:
“I put him to bed in his room so I didn’t kill him.” Click.
“Every minute you’re not home is a minute your son is screaming.” Click.
I love CG… Really I do. But once he’s snapped, the communication towers go rapidly downhill (yes honey, they do).
By the time I arrived home – less than fifteen minutes after the “son is screaming” call – both children were asleep. And many toys were missing.
I’m not sure if it was all of the Halloween activities last week, candy, or just time for him to test us to death, but this Dark Side power needs a light saber taken to it. Quickly.
Sometimes I can distract him and get him to comply. If I’m lucky. Or if I’m not simultaneously dealing with a squalling Banshee.
For now, the biggest and most effective threat is the removal of a piece of candy every time he doesn’t listen. Unlike toys, it is Lost Forever because we will eat it.
A tasty, but not so kind to the waistline solution.
However, this tool will only last as long as the candy. And we don’t have that much candy, even after three Halloween events.
One of the trickier issues is: how to punish The Tackler, without punishing Lil’ Diva? Because if you take away his toys, he moves on to her stuff.
I’m open to suggestions.
Time to eat a Snickers I “earned.”