No one tells you the tantrums will be quite like this. Last night, T decided at 8:30 that he HAD to have chocolate milk. I told him no. He proceeded to kick, scream, etc. I put him in time out. He refused to stay put. I put him in his room and literally held the door closed. He continued to scream and throw his sippy across the room. I guess he was offended that there was water in it. By 9, I was in my room and he was in the hallway screaming. I'm not sure what the parenting books would say to do at that point, but I was tired, angry, and trying to keep my cool.

I'm wondering if this is a phase or if he gets too much and that is why he freaked out. Maybe I'm already in need of Nanny 911!

On a good note, school was good today, and I'm working my way through week three at a comfortable pace.

I will be back on the treadmill tomorrow come hell or high water. I don't know how well I will do, but I will try. I did go for a mini walk tonight with the family, but I never get up a fast enough pace to break a sweat.