Parenting Techniques For The Cranky
For the last twenty minutes, I've been trying to write, a warm cup of coffee beside me and the sunrise behind me...but the toddler has been on me. He creeps up from behind and scales the chair, then he wraps his chubby arms around my neck and flips over the chair's back onto mine. Then he laughs in my ear. I have to get him off of me or he'll continue to climb until he's standing on my neck.
Two year olds.
Now he's gone outside, to ride his Buzz Lightyear push toy in his diaper. He's growing so fast, able to speak in sentences and follow directions, unless the directions are, "poo poo goes in the potty" or, "go back to sleep! It's 4 a.m.!"His life motto is "Rise Early and Skip Potty Breaks, There's People to Climb!"
The summer sun seems to be making my children grow faster and browner. Q is still asleep and it's almost seven. It seems like yesterday when I started to blog, and he was two, and waking with the roosters. I thought those days would never end...but they have, for him. Now he's almost six, can you believe it?
Three Hours Later...
I was feeling nostalgic about 2, and wishing everyone would stay that age, when it's hugs and peek a boo jokes and not as much 5. That's where this post was going...it was going to be about the greatness of 2 year olds. Then I had to leave for a few hours to do stuff, like make eggs and do laundry and talk on the phone for a long time.
In the meantime, Tobin has managed to color his entire body with a brown marker. This very minute, he is wearing one of my tennis shoes and using it to step on a piece of broccoli I gave him. Why did I give him broccoli? Because I made myself pasta with broccoli and tomato for breakfast and he wanted "bite". I always know when I'm heading to crazy town when I start making pasta before 10 a.m.
When I get moody, I eat noodles. It's one of my life mottos.
Yesterday I ate seven popsicles. I was in the middle of a book that was causing me much stress. It was interesting but rather Dickensian in the amount of words it was taking to get anywhere. I just kept eating popsicles and screaming "WHO DID IT!?! WHO KILLED WHO ALREADY!?!" while the characters sipped tea and paused to observe the countryside instead of dealing with their problems...
Two More Hours Later (I have no idea where I was going with the popsicle/book thing)...
All of the children have marker faces. I drew a lion face on Shel, per his request. I drew a dragon face on Q, which was just as hard as you might think. I worked extra hard on it, and he was extremely unhappy with it, so he stormed off and washed it off.
It made me angry.
I told myself what I always tell myself when small people start to get to me, "hold it together man!"
He's five, almost six. Feelings are flowing. I decided to quit. It isn't noon yet, but I'm quitting. Sometimes you have to, when you're a mother with a lot of feelings with three boys with a lot of feelings.
When I quit, it isn't as if I walk out the door. I might fantasize about it, but I stay put. Someone has to keep the house from catching on fire. What I mean when I say, "I quit" is "I quit worrying about every single thing that isn't a necessity."
Do you want to eat cereal for lunch? No. Too bad. I am not in the mood to make special orders. Eat your sandwich or go to bed. You can choose.
Do you want to scatter shoes from hither to yon for no apparent reason? Fine. I can step over them.
Did you just dump all of the markers onto the ground? NOOOOOOOoooooooooooookay. Fine. It's okay. Let's pick these up shall we? Almost done, almost...NOOOOOOoooooooooooooookay, let's try picking them up againnnnooooooooooooooo!
Yep, sometimes these days happen. In order to survive I quit. Because long ago I realized that children would rather wear underwear on their head while doing science experiments in the bathroom than be clean and orderly with a mother who can't stop giving them the evil eye.