Today my 5 y/o scratched and bit me.
Not just in passing but he ran at me and attacked me.
The incident happened as we were attempting to get him and my 2 y/o out of the house and to nursery school in time for their music class (of course we were late) and only got there for the last song (featuring a bus stuck in the rain and an accordian).
Everything stopped for me. It's disconcerting to see a small person be that angry.
Full body, all encompassing rage. The reason? He didn't want to change out of his pjs.
Sigh. I have to find a kids yoga class for this one.
But on the upside, my brother a 31 year old traditional Chinese medicine doctor turned accountant arrived from Vancouver on Saturday to stay and work for R for the next 5 weeks.
The kids and I are both thrilled.
Having a grown up relationship with your siblings and your kids is one of the best reasons I think to have a family.
Interesting discussions, mixed in with foolishness and jokes and from a shared place of understanding even though you might believe and want completely different things.
Brother and I have already had all kinds of discussions on: careers (I want to remake how we view them; he wants to slot in for the long haul in a company), religion (he believes, I ask for evidence), relationships (what works, what doesn't), politics (what went wrong on this last campaign his view/my experience) and like the best conversations, there's no real end or start but it just picks up and continues...
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