We were out most of the afternoon with various errands and doctors appointments for Gavin.
My mom was kind enough to pick Elliott up from school for us because we were otherwise indisposed. Instead of bringing him straight home she hung out with him for a few hours and brought him home a little bit ago.
Within minutes of Elliott arriving in the house, he started bouncing everywhere and ended up falling and cracking his knee on the floor.
Even before that, he had already started with the whining and crying. After he fell, it kicked into high gear. My mom hadn't even left yet and all the *drama* started.
He was fine while he was with her. While I'm glad he did great at his grandparents house, it's frustrating to have things go down hill the moment he arrives home. This usually helps me to feel maybe I'm doing something wrong.
My guess is that the atmosphere of the *Lost and Tired* house is perhaps a bit overwhelming for him.
I mean, afterall, as a 33 year old man, I have a hard time coping much of time. Elliott is only 5 years old and does not yet possess the same coping skills that have helped to survive this long. The is very frustrating for me, because often time, I feel like right thing to do for him to remove him from the environment as often as possible
Either way, if all this whining and crying doesn't stop, I fear I just might end up in the fetal position, rocking back and forth the theme song from *Barney**. *
Thankfully, I have everyone in bed and settled in for the night. Tuesday brings with it a very busy schedule and since I have been up for the past 36 hours, I should try to get some sleep.
Wish me luck. ;-)
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