Sloan, who usually is required to have an hour long “rest time” in his room had a few, shall we say, attitude problems today.  When it was time to come in and he threw a lovely five year old tantrum, I upped his room time to an hour and a half, which prompted a melodramatic drop to the floor and great heaving sobs.  He then kicked a chair over, which led me to up his room time to 2 hours.  Which prompted more wailing.

He has a penchant for drama.  I don’t know where he got that from.  Ahem.

As I put Tia to bed I heard his mournful cries and genuinely felt bad for him.  The kid is so much like me that I know how painful isolation for two whole hours would be.

When I came out, I gave him a hug and explained to him that his attitude and actions have consequences.  He nodded.  “I’m sorry mom that I made that bad choice.  It wasn’t wise to slam the door and kick the chair.”

After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I agreed with him and told him I forgive him.  Then came the kicker…

“Mom, I really don’t want to spend 2 hours in my room.  I just really wanted to come out after an hour and spend time with you because I love you and I like to be with you.”

So I lowered the room time to 1.5 hours.

I know, I know… I’m a pansy.