Jacob pushed every button this morning

he fought me on getting dressed.
he fought me on eating breakfast.
he fought me on packing his bag/lunch.
he fought me on putting on his shoes.
he fought me on the way to sports camp.
he fought me and followed me out of the building and wouldn't let me leave.
he cried.
he cried.
he yelled.
he cried.
he hugged.
he clung.
he cried some more.
I cried.
I'm still not ok
I will be, but it will take me a little time.
I need to keep busy.
I need to work.
I need to focus on something else.