Yesterday was a low for me as a mother. I yelled. I cried. (Yesterday was also a low for Simon as an obedient son - neither punishments or hugs seemed to draw him out of his pit of contrary-ness)
In one of my many outbursts, I screamed at Simon, "I am SICK of your whining!" He thought about it for a few minutes and then looked at me in all seriousness and said, "Maybe you should call an ambulance."
Today my ambulance is coming to rescue us - my mom flies in today..... yea! Simon needs someone with a renewed energy for him, a fresh ability to see past the arguing. I need someone to talk to me and hang out with me after a very lonely week.
So, now begins the 5 hour countdown to my ambulance's arrival. If that plane is late, well.... I think I've made enough threats this week... I can't think of any more.