Billy's lead "teacher" called Hubby today. Seems she feels he's "regressing" and needs to move up to the next classroom, but he can't do that until he's out of diapers (they may call them pull-ups but they're diapers). He still will not go on the potty and he's been one tantrum after another today.
Why can't he just shut up and get along? I'm tired of everything being a struggle, everything is a reason for a tantrum. I wanted to post about what was fun this weekend, but between hubby calling to talk about the potty thing again, and being informed that he's not the sweet, happy boy he was as a baby, and all the residual angst from this weekend (between the kid and the spouse there was very little relaxing because one of them was having a fit about something every 10 minutes, and I loved when hubby had a fit because B was being 3 and having a fit), I feel like I'm either going to puke or cry and I just want to sit here and get back into the swing of things.
So, we're buying a fancy character potty seat for school and this weekend he's wearing just underpants with his shorts and I'm going to go stark raving mad.