One of Those Days

I should have known what this day would be like when by 7:30 am, we had already had tears, timeouts, scoldings, and a temper tantrum (no, none of the behavior was mine!).
But, at 8:00, off to VBS we went. It went well, kids seemed happy. Had a talk with S about how he treats C. Had a talk with C about how she deals with S. Thought progress was made.
Oh, silly, silly me.
Fast forward to this afternoon. I lost count of the timeouts. TV privleges and computer privileges were suspended, pillows were thrown at the dog, pencils were tossed across the room, workbook pages were ripped. And, all of it by S. I couldn't believe it! If someone had offered to take him away, I think I would have packed his bags myself.
Then, after a session of 'calming down' in his room, S hands me the following note:

"Dear 'I hate you' ("which, by the way, Mama, is you if you don't know," S told me).
Never hug or kiss me again!
Your hateful son,
S
I promptly asked him to get me a pencil. Why, you ask? Well, simply so I could date it and put it in his keepsake box. While not pleased with the hateful words, I simply had to preserve this. Can't wait until I can bring this one out when he has his own kids!

p.s. Did I mention how much I'm looking forward to early bedtimes tonight???!