I was wrong. The mood persists.
So do my Max’s tantrums. No cajoling, cuddling, playing, joking, distraction, shouting, bawling, storming, ignoring or listening is making any difference.
Since I’m not allowed to throw things at my child, I’m wondering whether I can throw all those parenting books at the authors who make it sound like “an approach” will work. I’m joking, of course. Mostly.
I remain optimistic that tomorrow will be better so for tonight, I’ll sit with my sparkling water and woe and I’ll congratulate myself for getting everyone to this point alive.