Oh, no you didn't, Little Man! You don't tell Mama "no." I'm not your foster mama any more, Mister. I can paddle your little behind if I need to!
I managed to corral him and carried him kicking and screaming to the changing table. I have to admit, my recent Emergency Behavior Intervention and Restraint Training class came in rather handy as I tried to wrestle the Screaming Sumo Wrestling Octopus with Superhuman Strength. I'm glad the child is no longer in CPS care so I could avoid the mandatory paperwork for necessary restraint. Fortunately, his attitude improved and we were incident-free the rest of the night.
Tuesday rolled around, and my mom got to be the lucky recipient of Monkey's full-fledged bipolar baby meltdowns for the morning. I walked in the door at lunch and she immediately told me "I'm calling in 'sick' tomorrow. Your child is possessed. I want a raise." This coming from the mouth of the woman who has always told me that she feels guilty for taking money for watching him because he's so insanely easy! She grabbed her purse, hightailed it out the front door, and left me to fend for myself with The Ranting One.
"NOOO!!! NOOO!! NOOO!!!"
"Don't you tell Mama 'No,' young man! Daddy's waiting for you. Time to go!"
I scooped him up and carried him back to the living room as he writhed and kicked and screamed.
"You have fun with that," I exclaimed as I practically threw the little snot into his daddy's arms and shoved them out the front door. Yep. It was definitely one of those "Co-Parenting ROCKS" days as I sat in my now silent house and giggled to myself thinking about the super-fun time that I'm sure Monkey's daddy was about to have for the rest of the afternoon. :-)