The Saga Continues...

Well, we made it through the weekend ok. Peanut made it through Saturday only losing three boxes and Sunday losing two (of course on Sunday the little dear was sick). Today was the first day at the sitter's with his "behavior chart."

The day did not start out good. Hubby woke up resembling a bear (grumpy...not hairy). He started in on Peanut without any good reason (P and I were talking while I was brushing my teeth and H started yelling at P to leave the bathroom because H wanted to shave and P tends to grab at his stuff...P had not done anything as of this time). When Peanut hit Hubby instead of using his words to say what he felt, Hubby didn't say anything. I reminded him that Peanut needed to "lose a box" and in order for it to be useful it had to happen right away.

Hubby had another "fit." He wanted me to take away the box. I explained to him that he had to do it because Peanut hit him. Needless to say, it didn't happen. So much for, "I'll back you up on anything you decide might help him." He should have added "...as long as it doesn't inconvenience me."

The sitter today wasn't much better. I had filled her in on the system and how it worked and why we were doing it the way we were. When I got to her house to pick up Peanut, he had only lost 2 boxes (yeah!). Both were due to hitting a little girl (who's actually older than Peanut) within a half hour of her getting back from preschool. When I told Peanut that I was proud of him for only losing two boxes, the sitter informed me that today his problem was that he was throwing stuff. Of course she had also called me at work to tell me a funny story about my son telling some lady who was coughing, "don't look at me...you're just faking." I was mortified...she laughed. She also said that her husband had been rough-housing with Peanut and Peanut had told him that he had to use "nice hands." Again...I didn't find it funny (am I losing my sense of humor?). You can't rough-house with a two, almost three-year-old child and not expect him to carry that behavior over.

Today, I'm feeling exhausted again. Not only am I trying to rid Peanut of his undesirable behaviors, but now I have to "fight" hubby and the babysitter on my method of fixing the behavior when they had both asked me to come up with a solution. If they have a better one, I am more than willing to try it. Not to mention that I am getting the feeling that no matter what I do, the sitter won't be happy. For some reason, I feel that she just doesn't want to watch Peanut anymore. When I told this to hubby and said that we should just take Peanut back to his old daycare center, he got upset with me!

I'm telling you...I just don't know how much more of this I can take before I crack.