By this time, I was getting really irritated, realizing that I most likely was not going to be able to get a work out in once again. So, I lost it...which I hardley ever do with him. (It is usually Jeff and Clint who are the recipients of my frustrations.) I ripped off his shoes, picked him up and dropped him into his bed. I said in a very loud voice..."You are going to stay in your bed until I tell you to get out!!!!!" He was a little shocked, and surprised...and through his tears as I left the room he said over and over agian "your a mean mommy...your a mean mommy". I think my response was something like, "yeah, thats right". I went to my room fuming. Trying to decide if I should drag my hand weights out, or just do a couple of rounds of DDR, when I hear, through his sobs, "I'm a 'Dood' Boy, I'm a 'Dood' Boy. I wove you mommy. I wove you mommy....i'm a 'Dood' Boy."
Well, what was I suppose to do? I went into his room of course. He was sitting up in bed, and said again, through sobs "I wa wa woove ooo mom mieeee". I hugged him and said he was a very good boy, and I loved him too more than anything. But he was tired and needed a rest. He agreed. And layed back down. I patted his back for a few miniutes until he was asleep. And I did get in 1 whole hour of DDR. He woke up after 2 hours, much happier. I really need to try harder to get him to bed on time. Because he really is a very Good Boy.