Owen lately has had the hardest time controlling his temper. When he gets mad he changes in the blink of an eye. He doesn't know how to properly express his anger either. He jumps up and down stomps his feet against anything that he can, pounds his fists on the floor, and spats whatever rude thing that comes to his mind. He threatens to do many different things, which I know he really won't do, but the fact that he says them scares me.
This particular moment it was past bedtime and he was supposed to be in bed; I told him that I wasn't going to talk to him because he was supposed to be sleeping and I wasn't going to get anywhere with him while he was in one of his fits, so I walked away. I went and got ready for bed and he sat outside the bathroom door screaming and banging on the door and I did my best to ignore him. I took my sweet time. I was secretly hoping that he'd fall asleep and stop his fit, but it went on for the longest time.
I finally decided that I couldn't stay in the bathroom all night and it had finally quieted down. I opened the door and walked into the hallway towards our bedroom and I finally saw where he had gone. I was hoping that he would have gone back downstairs to his room and fallen asleep in his bed, but there he was on the couch. He was asleep, just not in his bed. His anger had finally got the best of him and tied him out. Which I knew it would.
We have talked to him many time about anger and emotions and how to properly express them, but in the heat of the moment all that goes out the window. I hope and pray that he gets somewhat control over his anger before he starts school.

















































