We are in the thick of it.
Three is just obnoxious. Three is defiant. Three is whiny. Three is loud. Three is TANTRUMS.
I don't like 3 year olds... especially if they live in my house. Josh is so over-the-top whaaaa whaaaa whaaa "I won't do what you want and I'll pick a fight with anyone." Oh my gosh. It's embarrassing. It's infuriating and I don't like three year olds.
They are 2 year olds with intent. Their emotions flow SO much that they are one big ball of feelings and whims and emotion.
Josh is currently in his room until he can be sweet because he:
1. Pushed Elizabeth OFF the train table -and-
2. Screeched through his time out downstairs so he needed to be moved to the next level of security.
Sometimes I feel like I run a mental institution. Josh is currently in isolation whereas my other patients are in the cafeteria enjoying their dinner meal. The master warden hasn't returned for his night shift yet, and my shift will continue through the next 18+ years.
And now June just pooped in his pants, while Elizabeth flirts with disaster trying to stand at the table.
::bangs head against wall::
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