Liam had an hour long melt down last night.
He was punching me and carrying on and on and on... I had to do the "hold" - you know, in my lap in the straight jacket position for awhile.
I'd let go to give him chances to calm, but he'd go for the punch again and again.
It was all my fault.
But it's so impossible to predict.
He was all primed to go to church nursery (where Joslyn and other friends were) so I could go to a class down the hall.
He would not stay in the nursery - he wanted me to stay with him.
So I told him there was no point in us being there if I couldn't go to my class... and then he insisted on going to my "big kid" class with me.
He sat still and quiet in the class on my lap for .09 seconds.
Then he wandered and disrupted.
I scooped him up, boisterous protest began and we left the building.
He wouldn't let me put him in the car seat.
So I took a risk and drove him the two blocks home unchained.
Then when he wouldn't stop screaming (and throwing punches), I left him in the car and went in the house without him.
No worky. More tears and demands.
We got in the house somehow... and upstairs somehow.
It went on and on.
After holds and trying to reason with him on why we left the church... I was able to get us out of the hallway and sitting on his bed.
He cried some more.
I think having his dad out of town the last two weeks must have taken it's toll on him... there were more reasons for this fit than one, I could tell.
I asked him if he needed hugs or kisses or for me to go away... he said no to all.
I don't know why it ever stopped or what distracted him, but I was glad to get his pj's on and be done with the noise for the night.
He actually stayed in his bed all night long. Completely wore himself out.
Maybe bedtime fits aren't so bad after all.