My husband woke me up this morning around 7:40 before he headed to work. I snuggled back under the covers for a few minutes and checked my Facebook. I admit, I'm totally addicted. Since I quit my job to stay home with the kiddos, it's my main means of communication with just about everyone.
Anywho, I see on there that JP's school is closed today due to a water-main break. My heart sunk. I was so looking forward to the 2.5 hours of freedom after the day I had with the boy yesterday.
If my life were a movie, this is the point where the scene would fade out, probably with some cheesy music, and the following would be in soft focus to further illustrate the flash-backiness.
Yesterday was rough. JP was cranky pants from the getgo, screaming every time I said something that he didn't like, or gave an answer he didn't like. Everything was "WHY?!?!?!?!"
Church felt awkward to me. I felt like all eyes were on me and my screaming kid. We had lots of visitors, so of course, in a perfect world, my kids would be pictures of amazing kids, obviously products of superior child rearing.
Yeah... they were the opposite of that.
Z was OK. She made it thru the majority of the music before she started to get rambunctious and hungry.
JP was a bear. Whining, crying, screaming the whole time.
We had a carry-in also. JP saw the doughnuts, so immediately he knew what he was having for lunch. He screamed when I told him "Not until you eat something good." He screamed when I got him a chicken leg. He screamed when I passed the donuts without getting him one. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming.
He ate 2 bites of chicken, 2 pepperonis and 2 tiny squares of cheese, and the smallest bite of mac and cheese.
Then he got his doughnut, wolfing it down like his life depended on it. He comes over to my seat, seriously, 23 seconds later and asks for cake.
Nope.
Screaming.
After cleaning him off, I finally had a spare minute to grab myself something to eat.
JP then comes up to me and asks if he can go outside. I say no, we have too many people here, and I don't want him so close to the parking lot without an adult. He asks then to go into the nursery, and I say OK.
Seriously 90 seconds later, Matt comes up to me and asks where he is. I tell him what we just discussed. He's not in the nursery.
*panic*
I run outside to find him playing hide and seek with a few other older kids, not an adult in sight.
I grab his hand, grab my daughter and my purse and head to the car, JP screaming the entire way.
He wants to go with Papaw, he wants cake, he wants to play outside, he wants to not go home, he doesn't want a nap...and on and on...
We get into the car and I lose it. Completely.
You could have been hurt. You could have been hit by a car. You could have been taken.
He sat in his car seat, tears streaming down his precious little face and listens to my rant.
When we get home, he apologizes. He says he won't ever do it again.
I know that inevitably it will happen again. I'm going to get scared over something he doesn't think is wrong.
Needless to say, I was so looking forward to a few hours. Just a little time this morning to reset and get my mind right.
Luckily today is a new day and things are worlds better.
Bad days are going to happen. It's up to us as parents to recognize that it's no reflection on our abilities or influence, but to embrace that our kids are becoming little people, capable of making their own decisions.
My dude is growing up. He changes everyday. It's amazing, exciting, and quite terrifying.
Anywho, I see on there that JP's school is closed today due to a water-main break. My heart sunk. I was so looking forward to the 2.5 hours of freedom after the day I had with the boy yesterday.
If my life were a movie, this is the point where the scene would fade out, probably with some cheesy music, and the following would be in soft focus to further illustrate the flash-backiness.
Yesterday was rough. JP was cranky pants from the getgo, screaming every time I said something that he didn't like, or gave an answer he didn't like. Everything was "WHY?!?!?!?!"
Church felt awkward to me. I felt like all eyes were on me and my screaming kid. We had lots of visitors, so of course, in a perfect world, my kids would be pictures of amazing kids, obviously products of superior child rearing.
Yeah... they were the opposite of that.
Z was OK. She made it thru the majority of the music before she started to get rambunctious and hungry.
JP was a bear. Whining, crying, screaming the whole time.
We had a carry-in also. JP saw the doughnuts, so immediately he knew what he was having for lunch. He screamed when I told him "Not until you eat something good." He screamed when I got him a chicken leg. He screamed when I passed the donuts without getting him one. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming.
He ate 2 bites of chicken, 2 pepperonis and 2 tiny squares of cheese, and the smallest bite of mac and cheese.
Then he got his doughnut, wolfing it down like his life depended on it. He comes over to my seat, seriously, 23 seconds later and asks for cake.
Nope.
Screaming.
After cleaning him off, I finally had a spare minute to grab myself something to eat.
JP then comes up to me and asks if he can go outside. I say no, we have too many people here, and I don't want him so close to the parking lot without an adult. He asks then to go into the nursery, and I say OK.
Seriously 90 seconds later, Matt comes up to me and asks where he is. I tell him what we just discussed. He's not in the nursery.
*panic*
I run outside to find him playing hide and seek with a few other older kids, not an adult in sight.
I grab his hand, grab my daughter and my purse and head to the car, JP screaming the entire way.
He wants to go with Papaw, he wants cake, he wants to play outside, he wants to not go home, he doesn't want a nap...and on and on...
We get into the car and I lose it. Completely.
You could have been hurt. You could have been hit by a car. You could have been taken.
He sat in his car seat, tears streaming down his precious little face and listens to my rant.
When we get home, he apologizes. He says he won't ever do it again.
I know that inevitably it will happen again. I'm going to get scared over something he doesn't think is wrong.
Needless to say, I was so looking forward to a few hours. Just a little time this morning to reset and get my mind right.
Luckily today is a new day and things are worlds better.
Bad days are going to happen. It's up to us as parents to recognize that it's no reflection on our abilities or influence, but to embrace that our kids are becoming little people, capable of making their own decisions.
My dude is growing up. He changes everyday. It's amazing, exciting, and quite terrifying.
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