This morning B woke up with a big smile on his face.
Mommy he announced I am going to walk to school today.
Terrific I thought. I have a 50 pound bag of sand to bring to school (Yes I have big bags of sand in my apartment.) I can finally get rid of it and bring it to school in the stroller.
B put on his red car boots.
Mommy I am going to wear my boots and walk all the way to school
Great.
So I get them dressed they eat breakfast while talks about his monumental trip 6 blocks to school.
They put on their coats
I put baby S in the stroller
I put the 50 pound bag of sand in the stroller
were off
As we reach the corner B begins to cry.
Mommy I don't want to walk anymore
Sweety you're doing a great job and I have a 50 pound bag of sand in there. You'll have to walk
MOOOOOOOOMMMMYYYY I don't want to walk! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Sweetie, please walk I can't carry a 50 pound bag of sand and push the stroller
I don't want to walk! ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
B you need to calm down
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I don't wanna walk! Waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
B please
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
OK I'm counting to ten
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I don't wanna walk! Waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
People walk by and shake their heads. I feel the need to shout "You handle it then Mr or Mrs. Perfect Parent cause I'm trying my best!" But I don't.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I don't wanna walk! Waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
I try to breath slowly while pushing the incredible heavy stroller dragging along my hysterical child and try very hard not to:
scream (I wanna I really wanna)
freak out (which I am..inside)
slap him upside his head (which would be bad but very satisfying)
Mommmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Waaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!
B I start to get a little louder. Cut it out. Its not far to school
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I don't wanna walk! Waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!
B STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!
He pauses looks at me looks at the stroller....
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I don't wanna walk! Waaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! Mommmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Waaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!
I think I'm done having children. Two is my max
Check please
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I just thought I'd add this in as I am feeling a bit needy right now.
I don't know what it is but I am really loosing it today. I don't know if it was the walk with my rotten I mean lovely son or work stress but today I just wanna cry or scream. Every time I turn around it seems to be another crisis and I've had it. I want to run away and pull the covers up.
I'm upset
I'm sad
I'm very stressed out
Just thought I'd complain.
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Ooh boy. Most of my moments like that always ended with me reaching for my child and falling on my face.
Kids aren't they great! :)
Oh no! Those moments are the WORST!!
How was the weather?
Just kidding.
But really, if it was raining or snowing, or icy, or 102 degrees it would of been even been worse.
I have had moments like that, but I usually ended up crying too.
Look on the bright side, at least you ONLY have two! : )
I can't wait... or maybe i actually can.
were those long blocks or short blocks? And why can't kids just make up their mind?
At least he kept walking, albeit whining loudly the whole time, right?
Suzie, I feel your pain. It's been like that around here for about a month. Last week I was sitting in McDonalds (alone for the first time in weeks) and I was watching the cars on the interstate, and I thought, "What if I just got in the car and drove away?"
Of course I didn't, but you know you're stressed when the thought crosses your mind.
Tomorrow will be better. Hang in there.
I remember that stage. Parents ought to get veterans benefits or something.
Feels nice to vent, doesn't it?
And it looks like I'm not the only one with a little devil, lol.
Take care.
We all have those 50 lb bag of sand days. Sometimes you just need to vent.
It's OK, go ahead and cry. You'll feel better. This too shall pass. Big Hug!
Vent, vent, vent!
:( but don't you feel glad you have this little space to vent and get support :)
Sounds like you need a vacation :)
I'm sorry S. I wish I could give you a hug.
Why is it that our kids fall apart when there are other people around, lots of people around?! Been there too. You should congratulate yourself on all the things you did right! You wanted to hit him, but you didn't. (not every parent can say that) You wanted to yell at him, but you didn't (not every parent can say that) and you made him walk and not cave in to him. I'd say you did a great job!
Take care,
Julie
Well, look at it this way: you'll never, ever make that mistake again.
And parenting and working is a royal b*tch. You've every right to complain.
I think you're in dire need of vacation - sans kids or hubs.
I'm sorry you are having a rough day. I hope things are looking a little better this afternoon!
Ohhh no no noooo. You are doing so well don't be blue. You are an excellent Mom and you didn't even but B in the stoller UNDER the 50pound bag of sand which is what i might have done.
And you are beutiful and your brain is searingly marvellous and I love you.
As too a fair few others!
OK kiddo? Martini time!
T xxxx
This was very funny in a kinda of sad way (remembering my own kids).
Thanks for sharing and glad you could get it off your chest.
Kay
It's not just your kids today. Cheers! Sending some virtual wine your way while I chug, I mean, sip mine.
Wow. I'm sorry he had a meltdown, but I agree with one of the above comments - you handled it really well.
I hope tomorrow is a better day for you.
You have a magical way of telling this story ... kids are certainly challenging. I had four! And now they are all grown up. It does get better, actually wonderful, I promise!
I can't stand parents who give other parents dirty looks, feeling all superior.
I think a walk like that would leave me feeling fragile too.
That's the magic that is parenthood summed up right there. When you're feeling a little bit crap - bam! Kids are lovely like that. Hugs for you.
Suzie, Suzie, Suzie - you fell for that old wheeze about walking to school??? The good news is you won't make the same mistake when the baby's that age. ;-) And even if you do, look at the bright side - by that time B can carry the sand if he wants any allowance that week. Or food.
Wow Suzie. How did you DO that. Don't crawl under the covers, front up, stick that chest out, and line-up for one enormous medal...you need a girl's lunch out with recognition from everyone whose ever felt, EXACTLY like that!!! So what was it you fancied" Gin martini??My shout.
Have a fantastic weekend!
It's okay. Take a deep breath, let it out. I've felt that way... recently. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.
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