My son has had a emby day. Emby is Amharic (not sure if I spelled it correctly, though) - and means: I don’t want to. In between he has been so good and laughed so hard while playing with his grandparents. But there has been to many emby’s to say it’s been an easy day 
At bedtime he just could not take it anymore.
When I said: It’s time for bed.
He started: Emby,emby, emby.
I said: I hear you, but still it’s time for bed.
He kept going: Emby, emby.
It ended off course in tears. Big ones. And he really got to show how loud he can shout. I started to get the feeling that this will never end, again - I’ve been here before. But now I know it will end, it always does. I just have to stay with him, just far enough so his hands can’t reach me when he wants to pinch or hit me. But still close, so he knows I’m there for him…..oh, it tears me apart listening to him.
One hour later I left the room while he was in his bed sleeping. Later I changed off his pants and put on some diapers (he still use them at night) - there was no way of getting him on the toilet while he was screaming at me earlier….. Thankfully he didn’t wake up, so I still has a sleeping little boy upstairs.
The good thing is that tomorrow he will come in to me early on and be a smiling boy. He’s always in a good mood in the morning! Tomorrow I shall take the car to Førde, leaving MT with my parents. I do wonder how that will work out, hopefully they will keep him busy and he will enjoy the time with them. And if it’s okei I will use some time in town. Do some shopping and have a little alone time 
I had plans for posting some photos from today, it’s been a beautiful day. But I’m just to tired. Will do it tomorrow. Have a good Monday 