My child is insane...

This morning, like most mornings, we had a twee bit of a meltdown before getting Nugget out the door to school. I don't know what it is about mornings that gets that kid's dander up, but he is usually an absolute hellion before we leave for school/work. This morning was no exception.

He threw a fit because Mike had the temerity to ask him to please put on his glasses before heading downstairs for breakfast. Fit really isn't even the correct term. It was more like I am going to lie here thrashing in the floor, screaming and kicking the walls like you have just jabbed me with a hot rusty poker. After about 15 minutes of this, he was finally tricked into actually putting his glasses on and heading his happy little ass down the stairs.

Now I realize that being three and a half is a emotionally challenging age. But my God, this has been going on since he was 18 months old. Surely it has to end soon?!?

And to top if off nicely, when I picked him up from school this evening, he was an absolute angel. He gave me no fuss in a store running and errand, and even helped me take out the recycling once we were home. It's like Dr. Nugget, Mr. Damien. I don't know what to do.

At least I take comfort that most other parents have gone through this with their children and they've all managed to survive. A few brain cells may go missing from banging my head against a wall, but I think I will survive.