After school it was a meltdown over his brother not wanting to play what he wanted to play and at dinner, the meltdown was over yogurt; after showers it was over my nerve to ask him to please follow directions.
Except? It was probably actually all about being physically tired, or hungry, or just mentally exhausted from having what was, ironically, a very good day at school. And? Truth be told, I'm probably having one of those weeks as well. It's probably not a coincidence that my mood would rub off on him.
At bedtime things were a little rocky around here and I looked him square in the eye and said, "Thomas, I need you to talk in a normal voice to me and get your act together." He paused for a second and said, quite clearly, "Mom, that's the problem. I'm trying to get an act, but I just can't find one and it's just not working."
Note to self: Get your own act together before you ask these sweet boys to do the same.