Good boy please come back

I despair sometimes.
My heart aches when I constantly have to shout at & tell Ferguson off. I hate it & despite trying my upmost to be firm & fair, there is always an opinion to be had where I am part to blame.
It pains me so much to be in this position, plus I certainly don't think I opt for any route to give Ferguson his own way to make my life easier.
Tonight after bad behavior & constant answering back, the boy was sent to bed with no stories, kisses or cuddles. I cried inside.