This morning Thomas refused to get dressed in his Sunday clothes...finally I persuaded him by offering him a drink of juice once he was dressed. He wasn't finished being difficult. He ended up in his room in time out...I went back to get him and found him covered in blood. I'm guessing he picked his nose and it started bleeding. His hands were all covered in blood and so was his face. I finally got him cleaned up and on our way to church. Then just as Sacrament Meeting was ending he falls and hits his head on the bench and then he refuses to go to Primary and he won't quit crying. I just wanted to curl up and cry myself, but I finally convinced him to be in Primary and I was off to my own class. Most days I don't feel qualified to do this parenting thing...today was definitely one of those.
