My husband is a saint.
Anyone who reads this blog realizes that. Can you imagine being married to me? It’ll be 2 in the morning and I will bolt out of bed, run down the stairs and make magnets. Read email while The Boy takes a bowl filled to the BRIM with milk and cheerios up the stairs, except by the time he gets upstairs, there is no milk and cheerios in the bowl.
D: WHAT is going on here?
K: (reading email) Huh?
D: There is a trail of milk all the way up the stairs and down the hall.
K: (thinking good for The Boy to at least keep the cheerios in the bowl) Really?
D: And there is a puddle of milk here on the counter.
K: (glaring at The Boy because despite it being HIS bad behavior, I’m getting chewed out for my failure to pay attention). I already cleaned up one puddle. There is another one?
D: Didn’t you know what he was doing?
Of course I knew what he was doing. But I am determined to make the Number One Parenting Mistake. Inconsistency. That’s me. I told him 7 times that he couldn’t take a bowl of cereal upstairs to eat in his bed. I cleaned up the first mess. I told him to sit down to eat.
and then I gave up. Because he doesn’t listen to me. Because I have passed (from my gina-saur–thanks Cake Lady for that one) myself. I don’t know how all of you people who have known me all of my life or who have been forced to ride in a car with me in the early hours of the day when I c-a-n-n-o-t-s-h-u-t-t-h-e-h-e-l-l-u-p did not ever beat my incessantly talking mouth. I am exhausting. Alway have been. No caffeine, no sugar, doesn’t matter. And now I am getting it back in spades. I do NOT want a closing argument intended to sway me to see your most ridiculous side. I am TIRED, people. I am TIRED of listening to the 30 minute explanation for WHY I should allow you to take a bowl of cereal up to bed. Tired. Tired. Did I mention I was tired?
I just want to check my email. I just want to respond to my email. I just want to be at some small point where I feel like I am caught up on work or at least the end is in sight.
Maybe my goal should be to see the end of toddlerdom in sight. Oh, wait. The Baby just toddled by with a dinner plate and a full set of utensils. That light at the end of the tunnel? We call that a mirage.
(live near clifton, VA? They are having their annual Spring Scavenger Hunt tomorrow at noon. The Easter Bunny will be there. I am TOTALLY sitting on his lap for a picture. I hope I don’t break his leg…)