I think I'll move to australia

today was a horrible, terrible, no good very bad day. it all started well, wiley coming into the bed and snuggling and saying goodmorning, i love you, etc. then we came downstairs and had breakfast without incident, as well. But when we started to make a cruella de ville craft it all went down hill. wiley was sitting at the table cutting threads of yarn to glue onto a picture for hair, when york caught him cutting the tablecloth and took his scissors away. then there was screaming and crying and 'go away mom' 'i no like you mom.' 'go away and i will get my scissors myself' etc. which led to total resistance getting dressed, until eventually york gave him his scissors back and finished the craft with him. things were ok until i took wiley to a dance program at the library. he walked right into that and right up to another boy, who must have been a year older and pushed him right down to the ground. the kid just cried. i tried to smooth things over, but the kid kept crying. wiley didn't seem to care. he finished up the class, we read some books, chose some to check out. as we were walking out of the library he walked up to another girl, must have been at least 6 or 7 becuase she could read and shoved her as hard as he could. she just stared at him. these kids need to hit him back, i think, i don't know why they don't. then there was lots of fighting to get him into his car seat, he would arch his back and refuse to let me put his seat belt on. once i got him into the seat we went to the craft store to buy some things to do together. he walked up and down every aisle with me, taking everything he could off the shelves and throwing it on the floor. even when i told him to stop, he didn't. then he threw a tantrum when i wouldn't buy him a jousting knight figurine, which he just wanted becuase the knight carried a long stick to poke people with. after the store i changed his poopy diaper in my car and he had to ride home without pants on because there was poop on his pants. he did ok in the car, except the snack i gave him, strawberries, he smooshed in his hands and threw on the car floor. at home, we read our library books and then did our crafts. he did well with the crafts, but wouldn't share the paint with me. but when painting was over he threw the crafts in the air, knocking over his cup of milk. as i was cleaning up the cup of milk and replacing the tablecloth wiley went into the other room, got his pair of scissors and cut the pages of the library book (do that revoke your library card for this? make you buy the book? i guess i could return it without alerting them to our indiscretion...). i made my bed, he unmade it. i changed archer's diaper, he emptied out the contents of my bedside table drawer. i tried to play with him, he threw toys at me. i ignored him, he threw toys at me. he bit me on the way to time out. he took his clothes off and peed on purpose on his time out chair. (I heard/watched him grunt and make that pee come out). so when 4.30pm rolled around i fed him dinner, put him in the tub, and got him ready for bed. by 6pm we were upstairs. i was reading him stories, things were going ok, then he crashed heads with archer (an accident due to swinging his head back and forth like a heavy metal-er) and archer was screaming in pain so i told him to stop. wiley bit me on the forearm and in instinct i flung him off my arm right into the wall. he didn't seem hurt or bothered by this, but when i got up to leave the room (i really needed a time out) i closed the door behind me and this threw him into a fit of tears...i'm sorry mommy, i'll never use my sharp teeth on you again, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. then he gives me lots of kisses, etc. i finished our bedtime routine and he was asleep before 7pm. i hope we don't ever have another day like this.