Its so hard not to offend people in the blogging world. Your viewpoints can get thrown way out of proportion or because some one can’t hear the connotation in your voice, they can totally get the wrong idea. So for awhile I think I will talk about less controversial things.
To be clear, I think any woman who puts their children first are great mothers. All I mean by that is you play ball with them in the back yard every now and then, you help them with their homework, you kiss their owies and you lend your ear and your shoulder for them to cry on. You tell your children they can do anything they put their minds to. And you encourage their talents. You are there for their emotional mental and physical needs when they need you. I’m not suggesting moms spend every waking moment with their kids catering to only their child’s needs and neglecting other aspects of life. Mothers need “me” time. I know I do. Which is why I’m a big scheduler. Nap times are me times.
With that being said, here is the moment of the day:
J lately has been struggling during changing time. As soon as I lay him down and he sees the fresh diaper, he is squirming to get away. He screams, he struggles, he cries and many times he succeeds in running off naked.
This morning he is heading for the stairs to make his break and run away but stops to take a pee first. I run over yelling “NOooooo”. He stops peeing midstream, his bottom lip quivers and he starts crying. It was kind of a cute a moment. Don’t ask me what made it cute….first was the site of his naked butt running from me as he was giggling to get away. Then the oh hang on a second, I gotta pee stance, to the bottom quivering lip when he gets upset….all cute things.
Anyway it seems these days he cries at everything and most of it is because he doesn’t get his way. I usually ignore the crying because I don’t want him to think I’m a sucker for tears.
Last Friday, he had me so overwhelmed I had to take a walk as soon as Hunky Hubs pulled into the driveway. He recently learned how to say “cookie”. It comes out “goookie” he leads me to the kitchen and points to the cabinet and depending on how many he has had that day I give him one or I give him a cracker. For example I will only allow him to have 2 cookies at one time. No more than that, no exceptions. So the third time he lead me to the cabinet, I gave him a cracker instead. This resulted in him throwing it on the floor and giving me a screech indicating his dis-satisfaction with what I gave him.
Then in a more demanding voice he goes “GOOOKIE” while pointing. I say “no, you can have a cracker though”. This was not what he wanted to here, so he stuck himself in the corner. Never have I seen my 16 month old put himself in the corner before. I’ve never put him in the corner, I think he’s too young, and I’ve never put any other child I watch in the corner, they are all too young to know what time out is. So this was pretty hilarious to me. I thought ok, stand there, you still aren’t getting a cookie.
I walk back into the living room and this is when he started his blood curdling screams! What do you do? I pretend not to hear them. This doesn’t work. He grabs his little plastic orange chair to stand on to get to the cabinets. I was like “oh no you don’t”. I get him off the chair and before I can set him down he is in a full blown tantrum, back arched, face beat red, screaming!
I think its best to ignore tantrums, but after a particularly demanding day with him, I was about to loose it myself. He started pawing at me and hanging onto my clothes while screaming. I lost it and threw the bag of cookies at him. Suddenly I hear the garage door open and new that the hubby was home. While J was still crying, I walked out into the garage and said, “I need five minutes, I need to go for a walk, I can’t take the screaming”. Hunky Hubs nodded and went inside to check on J and unload groceries as I walked down the street for a breath of fresh air.
Thankfully Hunky Hubs took the bag of cookies away from him immediately and when I got back home, his tear streaked face was calm as Hunky Hubs was holding him and talking to him about why he couldn’t have anymore cookies.
Some days even when I think I can handle it, I can’t and need some fresh air. Have you ever had a moment like this where you felt so overwhelmed by the situation you just had to leave?
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