If This Happens Again, I'm Moving Out!

Today, I experienced a meltdown of EPIC proportions, for which I was grossly ill-prepared.
By ill-prepared, I mean I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

You see, Joe doesn't typically have these types of meltdowns. His unpleasantness doesn't usually ebb and flow, rather, it comes in a steady stream to which I have become accustomed over the last 6 and a half years. But this time was different. THIS time, Joe had a blowout of tears, snot, and regrettable hatred.

Why?

Did I take away all of his toys? No.
Did I feed him his least favorite meal of hotdogs? NO
Did I force him to walk 10 miles in the Alabama heat? NO

I asked him to dust. Yes, that's right, dust.

Joe generally likes does not loathe chores. He (usually) always likes to "help" and I happily oblige his wishes.

This time however, he didn't ask me to help, I asked him, which apparently changes everything. Even the promise of Sno-cone truck money ($2) couldn't sway this child, whose mood swing rivaled that of a caged Siberian tiger who has just been told he's getting sterilized.

After a swift spanking, some "nap" time, and a discussion of why God says you should treat your parents nicely, Joe came around. He did his chores of dusting, wiping the bathroom counter and putting away the top rack of clean dishes from the dishwasher and happily accepted his payment.

Now it's raining so we probably won't see the snow cone truck today.

Next time a meltdown of these biblical proportions occurs, I will be ready. By ready, I mean I will direct all complaints to Jason.

P.S. At least I can be thankful that it wasn't as bad as this meltdown!