I should have known what kind of a morning it was going to be when I took one last (admittedly my first) glance in the mirror before leaving for daycare/work and realized I had MY SKIRT ON INSIDE-OUT.
In the history of mornings, today wasn’t that bad I guess. I just HATE yelling at Leo. And that’s what I did. I think I am pretty patient about 97 percent of the time. I know that he takes his time doing things, I know that when I ask him to turn off the TV or tell him that it’s time to go, he doesn’t do things immediately. He shuffles a little. He pauses at the top of the porch steps to listen to the birdies and the garbage truck roaring by (Dee-dee! Whaz-zat?). And that’s OK. It's actually quite sweet and most of the time, endearing. But when he goes all Jello on me when I’m trying to get him into the car seat and starts to kick me, that is not OK and yes, I raised my voice today. I hate doing it and I need to work on the whole “count to ten” thing. But I didn’t count to ten this morning and I yelled. I can only imagine what the neighbors must think. I chalk most of it up to the fact that I hurt my back again. I have this chronic, stupid injury (college crew + c-sections) that rears it’s burning, aching head every few months. It usually goes away after about a week but for a week I am uncomfortable and I have a short fuse and the last thing I want to do is try to fish a slippery 4 ½ year old from the back of a mini van (where he escapes to if he squirms free of me trying to fasten him into the car seat). And so I yelled.
Then at daycare he wouldn’t go into his room. He crawled into the kitchen like a dog and tried to hide behind the refrigerator. It is getting harder and harder to carry him and when he doesn’t want to do something it’s Jello all the way. It happens less and less but when my back is acting up it’s just intolerable. Do you hear that Leo?
But before I left him for the day we kissed and made up. I brought him his beloved pears and he kissed me and hugged me and he didn’t seem any worse for the wear.
I think I was the one who felt beaten up.
4 comments:
I am sorry you had such a tough day and you are in pain. We all have days like this and we all need to remember to count to 10 (sometimes 20 or 30 in my case...) Love and hugs to you!!
at least you were still in the house when you noticed your skirt! i had a bad headache this morning and yelled at my husband for doing laundry at 6 am and waking sophie up and i wish i could say i've never yelled at my kids.... it happens, though. only in a dream world are any of us perfect parents.
and not to go all jewish mother on you, but have you tried a product called "sombra" on your back? that and something weird called myofascial release (a form of massage) got me through two pregnancies and c-sections and i swear by it today! it's got chili pepper in it, so you have to wash your hands before you touch the kids! i bet they have it in the big city :) but if not i'll send you some.
So sorry about your back. It aches me just to read about it. And with a sometimes Jello kid. what can you do? You can't very well lasso him and drag him across the grass. And Leo is a chunk of boy. That is just a tough situation, no easy answers. So like Jillian and Amy I send my empathy and wishes for speedy healing.
Ugh. I yell all the time. Before I even realize I'm yelling, I'm yelling.
I had a Jello-boy moment this morning too. In the school parking lot. Once I wrestled him into the car, he screamed bloody murder like he was being abused. So. freaking. embarrassing. The minute we pulled out of the parking lot, he was all smiles. You know, when there was nobody around to see.
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