My Alarm Clock

My alarm clock seems to be broken. Instead of the usual "beep beep beep smack snooze beep beep" it sounds like a 3 year old boy throwing a tantrum of epic proportions. To be unpleasantly awakened from a dream about Butter Burgers from Culver's by a boy child who is throwing himself on the floor, kicking, screaming, and yelling something in Toddler-ease is NOT how I prefer to wake up on a Sunday morning. My preferred method of waking is having breakfast delivered to me in bed after sleeping a solid 8 hours without one of my anxiety filled mom dreams. Yeah, that doesn't happen either.

This morning, C woke up an hour earlier than usual. That woke G&R up. G does not like to get up before he is ready. So instead of calmly going potty and sitting down for breakfast, he decided to wake up the neighborhood by throwing a tantrum. What provoked the tantrum? I am not entirely sure. One never knows with him. Just before bed he threw a fit because R flushed the toilet. Okaaaay. This morning's fit was possibly caused by my husband. We were going to go to his Aunt and Uncle's house for breakfast. So we told the kids to wait. Well, heaven forbid a child wait for an hour or so to eat breakfast. You would think we told them that their dog died.

I don't know why G acts like this. What am I doing? What am I not doing? Is it too early for Bootcamp? Scared Straight? I have been told by our Parent Educator (from the school system) that toddler behavior closely mimicks teenage behavior. If this is the case, I'm going to need a lot more beer.