In the evenings when we get home, Max has taken to melting down. Full blown, crocodile tears, red face, snotty nose, kicking and screaming melt down. I'm sure it is that he is just tired and worn out from a busy day at school, but man is it getting old.
Tonight, we had at least three different episodes - and that doesn't even include the 25 minute cry fest he just put on when I put him to bed (and that he just started back up again).
I don't know what the solution is. Short of strong medication - for us, not him - we are at an impasse.
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It will pass, I promise. My aunt told me they are getting ready to do something new, and are simply frustrated. I think she was right and could not wait to see what great new skill Sam would preform.
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