Max had a particularly difficult time in church on Christmas Eve. I guess we can use excuses that the timing of 5pm was bad for him, but the reality is that he has a hard time sitting still and being quiet. He embarressed us since he was so loud and fidgety. I've never seen a child in church be so awful. We were livid and left early since we couldn't stand his behavior any longer. So we both promised that he was going to bed early once we got back to Butch and Dianne's house.
We got home and I told him while he was in his car seat that I was going to spank him several times, once for all the bad things he did. Hanging on the pew. Dropping the hymnal on the floor. Crawling under the pew and hitting it with his hand. Standing on the back of the pew. Being very loud. And once we were inside I pulling down his shorts and gave him 5 good slaps on the butt. Tamara freaked and tried to stop me and it got ugly.
I asked Max if he wanted to eat dinner and he told me no. Then Tamara went upstairs and asked him and he said yes and came down for dinner. The look on his face when he looked at me just killed me inside. He looked so scared of me.
Butch mentioned to me that whatever Tamara was doing wasn't working. What we are doing isn't working. Max hit at Tamara again the next day. She pretty much ignored it. I don't know what to do. He is so looking like a ADHD kid. :(
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