Forty-four minutes of my life I won't get back. That is how long it took Younger Boy to calm down when he got a timeout.

He exploded like a powder keg tonight.

He was in timeout for screaming at me when we were talking about appropriate behaviors when Foster Care Specialist and Service Coordinator are at our house.

Both boys were HORRIBLE. They wouldn't follow directions. They wouldn't listen. They wouldn't answer the questions of either of their workers. It was not our best hour.

Older Boy did his timeout...no issues. Might have been the first time ever.

Younger Boy beat his head against the wall. Kicked things and refused to look at me. I am pretty sure the banging his head against the wall was a mimic of Older Boy and not an impulsive reaction. I could tell immediately that it really hurt him when he did it, but I didn't say anything.

Younger Boy lost privileges. He says he doesn't care.

He screamed about how much he hates me. When the timeout was over I told him it was really hurtful and asked if he meant it. I explained you can't say things in anger that you don't mean, because you can never fully erase the hurt of the words you said.

Prayers Younger Boy can get his anger in control.