Confesison Time

I HATE starting the morning off with a time out.

I mean, I rarely give them because I'm not entirely convinced they consistently work. However, since the alternative would mean singing the entire score of Whitney Houston's Greatest Hits or locking myself in the laundry room for a good, primal scream, I'll occasionally opt for a time out for the parenting version of "taking your corners".

I don't get rattled by tantrums, it's usually just the whining that leads up to them that drives me to the crazies, but nothing beats beginning your morning, pre-coffee, with a Thunderdome sized tantrum.

Ugh.