My son is throwing a NASTY tantrum. Every single day, when he comes off the bus, I tell him to stay OFF the snow banks. Every single day, he goes on them. I know he's a kid and the snow is exciting and such, but we go right into my van and my van STINKS because the snow never melts. It just freezes into the carpet overnight. So today, yet again, he went right for the snow bank. I told him that because he didn't listen, he has to go straight to his room for a time out.
Cue tantrum. It started in the van. He began screaming, then he swore at me, then said he hates me and wants to live with his dad. He refused to get in the van so I had to pick him up. As I picked him up, he started kicking me and landed a solid kick in my stomach. He screamed the whole way home, so as soon as we got in, I did something I NEVER do. I swatted his mouth. Cue harder screaming and more swearing. He got his snow stuff off and continued to tantrum. I attempted to carry him up the stairs to his bedroom, where he continued to flail, landed another kick in my stomach and I felt something like a switch or a snap or pull on the right side, right where Kesler is.
He's still screaming and throwing things in his room right now. He said he was sorry, and I said thank you, but he still needs to serve his punishment (in his room until supper time, and then right back to his room for the night, and I took his TV out too...the alternative is that he loses two birthday parties tomorrow and a hockey game with his uncle on Sunday). That cued the second tantrum.
I'm just hoping to feel some sort of sign that Kesler is fine cuz I have NO MONEY and NO GAS to go ANYWHERE this weekend. My gas gauge is below my empty line so I can't even go get checked out.