We took him and Ashlynn skiing yesterday. He had to wait with me in the play area so Cody could get Ashlynn set up with her lessons. The ski boot situation has been a fiasco. I swear he has some sensory issues that are the exact opposite of Ashlynn. Where she is under-responsive tactically, he is over responsive. The only way we could get him into ski boots was to have him wear boots that are even bigger than Ashlynn's. I 'm surprised he didn't fall out of them. His first pair of boots were his size and he literally screamed every time we tried to put them on, and we tried at least 5 times. This time was better, but he refused to wear his heavy mittens from the truck to the lodge so his hands ended up freezing. He had to wait with Cody for me and Ashlynn because we had stairs to go down and in ski boots Ashlynn was scared so we took a very long time getting down them.
Apparently he screamed the entire time he was cold. Cody has even less patience than me so you can imagine the mood he was in. I took Jace up to the lodge and things were going okay, but inevitably he can't just play. He found the changing station and had to open and close all the cabinets and climb on it. I had to tell him multiple times to get down and then I was threatening timeout. That made him mad so he went around taking toys from the other kids. After the third time of this I went to grab him and he ran away out into the lodge and hid from me. I finally found him and just had to hold him for a time out.
I moved all our stuff down away from all the kids. He screamed for another 45 minutes, pretty much straight. I couldn't take him to the truck because Cody had his keys. That seriously gets to a person. It is awful.
We ate lunch and that occupied him at least for a little bit. Afterward he got to ski with his daddy and he did an awesome job! It was like the one silver lining, and the best 30 minutes of the day. He came back inside happy and proud!
"That was really, really, fun," he said.
That was short lived because then it was time to go so.....you guessed it. More screaming. "I don't want to go" he wailed over and over and over and over and over and over. People thought it was cute.
"I don't want to go either little buddy!" with a smirk
Ugh. Let's just try and get to the car.
Despite being tired he didn't sleep at all on the way home. Great, A tired Jace means less screaming because he has no energy left right? Nope. It usually means even MORE screaming. I made a frozen pizza and he screamed, "I don't want to eat pizza" over and over and over and over again. I finally put him and his plate in his room and closed the door. He kept screaming. I told him he couldn't get out until his pizza was gone. Another 45 minutes of nonstop screaming and whining in his room and he finally ate his pizza.
By that time, it was bedtime. More screaming.
"I don't want to go to bed! I'm not tired" over and over and over and over again.
My husband and I were totally fried. I went to bed early. I felt a little better. Started to get the kids ready for school and pulled out their school clothes. Didn't even have them out before more screaming ensued,
"I don't want to go to school" over and over and over and over.
Dear God help me.
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