My breaking point

Tonight, I found my breaking point.

The boys were driving me to the end of my rope this afternoon. JC cried all day about everything. He clung to me constantly, pulling my pant legs down, yanking my hair out, getting fingerprints all over my glasses, etc. When I picked him up, he wanted to be let down. When I put him down, he screamed. His brother was constantly beating up on him, as evident by the bruise on his chin.

But LB.... oh, LB.... I've never been so close to actually beating the crap out of my kids. I couldn't take it any more and put them to bed at 6:15. LB just reminded me of the immature psychological torture kids do to each other. He would repeat everything I said. When I asked him a question, like "do you need to go pee-pee?", he would say "need to go pee-pee?" or "huh?". He didn't answer a single question I asked him the whole day. There were a few moments where I was cleaning up a puddle of pee while he sat on the potty. Once he got off the potty, he promptly peed on the floor in another spot. I hadn't even finished the previous mess. He kept hitting me and hitting JC, touching things he shouldn't, getting in my face (like, nose to nose), climbing on top of me... I just couldn't get any space or any time without some grubby hand touching me. LB didn't care to pee on the potty and didn't care if he peed on the floor.

The whole afternoon beat me down and when Hubby called this evening, I just bursted into tears. We agreed that LB isn't ready for the potty, which I knew all along. I told him that I feel pressured by him to potty train LB, but thankfully he said that clearly LB isn't ready, so there's no need to put myself through this.

So, back to diapers. We're going to wait until the new year to try again. Unless, by some miracle, LB asks for underwear. Hah.