You know those days when you look at your child(ren) and are amazed at their beauty, talent, intelligence, wit, style, etc.? Those days when you feel so blessed and thankful for your life, husband, and, of course, your wee tykes? I am always amazed at what we are able to create with the help of God and on those days I feel so blessed and privileged to be a mom.
Yesterday was NOT one of those days. Yesterday was a day where I questioned my sanity, patience, and desire to be a mother at all!!! Awe, the challenges that also accompany the brilliance and free will of children.
From about 11:30am to 8:30pm Aidan basically screamed, yelled, pouted, screamed, asked questions incessently, screamed, and snuck out of his room. All. Friggin. Day.
I think I might have met my match in stubbornness. He just decided that anything I asked him to do he wasn't going to do. And it didn't even matter when I confiscated his guitar, his tennis racket, his blue favorite gets-rid-of-anything-scary-teddy bear, and his most beloved (and bitten) blanket. Not even when, at four years old, I completely grounded him to his room for the rest of the day(and this was at 12pm). He continued to call me a bad mommy, a mean mommy, (which really doesn't bother me and I kind of like being mean), and yelling to the neighbors out the window that I was a bad mommy.
I couldn't figure out a way to lock him in his room so I had to stay on the main floor so he could feel the awesomeness of my presence and stay in his room because if I tried to do something downstairs he would come out and tattle on himself until I did the: "DON'T YOU MAKE ME COME UP THERE!" thing.
I baked banana bread to calm me, I cried a little, tried to call my mom to vent (who was irritatingly unavailable), called Nate to talk to the boy, and in general was taking huge deep breaths all day to prevent myself from doing him bodily harm.
Now, I know that this is typical, normal, it will pass...blah, blah, blah. Aidan is not a bad boy just stubborn and has a scream that could kill a banshee!!
And, of course, it was a day that Nate was gone ALL DAY. As in didn't come home until five minutes after Aidan was in bed for the night and actually quiet.
(read: taking a huge, shoulder raising, sinus clearing breath....................................................and letting it out.)
Today is a better day. Today I remember why I love being a mom. Why I love Aidan and all of his sweetness. Yesterday, I didn't. But, today I do.
Wait for it, wait for it....What a difference a day makes. hahahaha. C'mon now, who saw that coming? anyone? anyone?
3 comments:
Abby threw several fits yesterday screaming "Everyone hates me, EVERYONE HATES ME..." Where do these kids come from? And what I want to know is, if 3 is the next 2, what is 4 because it doesn't look to be getting better. :) I hope you guys have a better week.
I really believe that we have the night so that we can start over each day. Wouldn't it be awful if we never had an ending to a terrible day?? By the way, I love your blog wallpaper design! I hope you are doing well! I'm glad today is better :)
Seriously...you have just eloquently expressed the occasional days we have when we're home with our kids all day! You just had the guts to admit it! :) Then you have the moments when your child turns to you and says, "Your my best friend." Miss you guys!
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