How Can Someone So Cute Be So Contrary?

I love Avery. I love him more than I knew it was possible to love someone, and I wouldn't take anything for him. Really! However, this boy is killing me this week. He has kicked, screamed, slapped, bitten, ignored, defied, and outright been an A #1 Mad Man for over a week now.

He does have a bit of a runny nose and a stomach bug has been moving through his classroom, but I am genuinely at the end of my rope with this boy. I really don't know what to do with him. I don't want him to be that jerky kid that no one wants to be around, but that is the direction he is going in.

We were in Sam's the other day and he knocked his water off of the table violently. I don't even know what ticked him off. He will never express sorrow. He know the signs for "please" and "thank you" and he uses them a lot. He will not sign sorry for anything. When he gets mad he throws his pacie, pulls my hear, slaps, and scratches. He is like a little crazy feral cat. If he hissed I might have him tested for rabies. It hurts my heart and it is embarrassing. It crushes me that Avery inherited my temper. As I slammed the washer and yelled at the top of my lungs, "Greg you are a dead man!" it occurred to me, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. All roads lead back to "Crazy Town". I guess you can't fight DNA. UGH!

We only have three days of work this week. I am going to try to leave work on time and get home and in to bed early. Maybe he is overly tired. If he rips my glasses off of my face and throws them on the ground one more time I might just start crying and not stop.

Why would you be so mean to the person who does the most in the world for you? BTW, my least favorite thing when he is really acting like an idiot is when someone comes up, takes him away from me, and asks him what I have done to him. Tonight, when I was trying to put on his pjs he bit me on the forehead. OUCH!