Another day, another tantrum

Journal entry: today Ichu cried. Again. For stupid reasons like not someone taking more turns on Messi's ball. Five times. And he still does not understand that it is more important to not upset me because when papa gets angry, then there is no game.

But this goes on and on dammit. Every single day. 

On rare occasions when I don't get such nuisance from you, I count my blessings and it is the best day. But that is a rarity. And that is life. 

Anyways, I am trying, still trying, to make you understand that you are better off keeping it cool with me. Time outs, no games, shouting - nothing seems to make it stick. I need to get across you the message. Somehow. Because this is not working well. It kills the fun of the moment and you suffer as much as I do. 

I want to have fun with you but you just won't let go of silly things. You lose the real fun when you behave badly. 

And I am ashamed that I lose my temper and shout and curse at you. It is true. 

Someday, you will become better. That day does not seem to be very near. So I just bear with the tantrums for now. And I will keep trying. 

Wait. There is the junior on the way. Will he be just as much trouble? I cannot bear to think.