Garage Exorcism — Momster style

I’m pretty sure if my neighbors didn’t already think I was nuts, they definitely do now.

We all have those mornings where it’s a struggle to get yourself out of the house. It’s even more of a struggle to get a child out of the house when the destination is…wait for it…

School.

It was my son’s last day of Pre-K, but it was an ordinary day for him because he would continue to go there for daycare. I finally got him in the mindset that we were, indeed, going to school/daycare.

He decides to bring his Transformer toys to play in the car. Not just one, all of them; the Autobots (good ones) AND the Decepticons (bad ones). You know, because they have to fight. And fighting is what boys do best.

I told him, just take one toy. It never fails that I end up being the pack mule at the end of the day carrying in all of my stuff, plus the whole toy aisle that is the backseat of my car.

Well, that’s NOT what he wanted to hear. The dreaded tantrum had ensued. Pretty sure we are past the point of no return now. I stood my ground and told him “take one or take none”.

He just stands there and I give him about two more chances to make a decision.

Nothing.

Okay, we’re going with none. I take Megatron (the bad one) out of his hand and you would’ve thought I was grabbing the last package of toilet paper in the middle…