This boy tried my patience to the umpteenth degree today...
He went through three pairs of pants. Two because they were completely caked with mud, and one because he decided to draw the number 9 on them with a Sharpe marker (his best pair none the less).
Even though my fuse was increasingly short by the end of the day, I decided to go to the store to pick up a few items for tomorrow. My boy decided he needed to touch every.single.thing in the store.
"Don't touch that! Keep your hands on the cart... Dude knock it OFF!!!"
Someday I wonder if I will ever get my kid to listen to me. I try to explain to him why he needs to keep up with me and not touch everything, but my words fell on deaf ears.
Then his curiosity got the best of him when he lifted a 25 lb kettle bell off the shelf and dropped it right on his big toe.
Ouch...
I do feel bad for the kid. I don't know if his toe is broken, but his purple toe nail does not look very good. The rest of the night was spent with his wailing and crying over his toe.
But I don't feel very bad for him. The "I told you so..." in me hopes that he learned his lesson, but I don't know.
I feel bad that I don't feel bad about it. I feel bad that my kid wont listen to me. I feel bad that I am so impatient and have a hard time being a mom sometimes. I feel bad that I get worked up over muddy pants and Sharpe markers. I feel bad that I yell. I'm a yeller, and I feel bad every time. I worry that I wont be able to handle two wild and crazy little boys...
Ahhhh... motherhood. It is trying at times isn't it? I think that tomorrow instead of saying, "No... Don't... knock it off!" I'm going to try to spend some time cuddling, and loving and giving attention to my boy.
And cross my fingers and hope for the best... cause 5 years into this I still don't know what I'm doing most of the time.
I can't even picture you yelling at Tru. I yell at my kids, too. I wish I didn't. I think children come with built-in knowledge of how to best push their mother's buttons. As my mom would say when my dad came home and was surprised when she yelled about something... "You didn't see the first 20 times that I handled that without yelling."
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you can't picture me yelling at him... it happens a lot though. My poor neighbors know the truth ;).
DeleteBahahaha I'm laughing so hard!! That is exactly what my boys do to- I swear taking them anywhere turns into a circus act that everyone has to stop and watch.
ReplyDeleteYesterday Tyler cut his t-shirt while cutting out a craft and he also broke my flip flops while I was wearing them- yay!, Joshua hit his brother and decided the couch was the perfect place to do summersaults. Nathan decided not to nap and had a time out before 9am.
BOYS! I tell ya.... Tru sounds just like a 5 year old boy. And you sound just like me 'what do I do with this 5 year old who can be the sweetest kid and a monster within seconds!'. You're such a good mom Meg- don't stress over it!
You have it times THREE!!! I don't know how you do it Christina!!! Pretty sure I would be bald from pulling my hair out!
DeleteMeg, try using his love of action heroes. You point at him and he imagines rays of ice shooting out of your finger and he has to freeze. Really ham it up and practice at home. It might eventually get old, but then you can try something else.
ReplyDeleteThat's a good idea Cynthia... I should make a game out of it. Maybe that will make it a little easier. Thanks!
DeleteDon't worry, Meg. None of us know what we're doing. I yell at my girls too, unfortunately. I need to work on that.
ReplyDeleteI try to tell myself that they probably won't remember the chaos of their childhood. Hopefully they will remember the good times. :) I don't remember my mom yelling at us very much, but I am SURE she yelled plenty.
I hope he doesn't remember the bad stuff... only the good! But I remember being yelled at a lot and I don't want him to think of me as a frustrated yelling mom all the time. So hopefully I can figure out how to keep my cool and not let the little things get to me so much. I'm glad that none of us know what we're doing and it's not just me!
DeleteThat's what we call a natural consequence. You instructed him not to do something. He chose to do it anyway. His toe got squished by a heavy kettlebell. We don't want our children to get hurt, but we do want them to experience the consequences of their actions, so sometimes it is inevitable. Now I need to get off the computer and check out the heavy crashing noise from upstairs. It wasn't accompanied by screaming so I am sure it is not too dire.
ReplyDeleteDid I write this post? I feel like these words could have come out of my mouth, because I feel the exact same way. Geddy is very trying for me, MOST of the time. I sometimes wonder if we will make it until he's 20! But I often remind myself... "they won't be like this when they are 20."
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