Moody Cheeks McGee is Impervious to All Punishment

Moody Cheeks McGee (my three-year-old sensitive Barney Rubble look-alike middle child) is getting on my last nerve.

Today he kicked me, hit me and called me "stupid." Oh, and "mean."

I really don't know what to do with him. He's my challenge. He's my test. He's a pain the ass. He's a soulful sweetie. He's both and more.

I hate to say it but more and more distance grows between us every day because of my red hot reactions to his tantrums and over the top, eardrum splitting lashing out.

Should I take away his favorite motorcycle toys and matching helmet and boot clad riders? Should I send him to a useless time-out in the black playroom chair? Should I hit him back when he hits me?

Spanking. Now there's a topic I'm definitely not ready to broach on my blog.

I'm honestly considering dragging Cheeks to a child psychologist.

Anyone have any suggestions? Quick fixes? Books?

I'm truly at a loss tonight. Defeated. If I don't figure out how to help him I'm a failure as a mom.