Sometimes, You Have to Laugh
My son decided to start the day at 5 am. Being that he barely slept at all last night, it was a rough way to begin the day. I went to get him some Advil because he has more teeth coming in and his pain is intolerable (upper cuspids/eye teeth), and the all natural teething tablets are not helping the big ones. Then he decided he did not want his cold milk, he wanted it heated. So, as I began to get the water, I felt something drizzle on my stomach, on my shirt, and onto my pajama pants. Yeppers, he soaked through his diaper and onto me! Yay! So then he threw a monster fit while I changed clothes and cleaned myself.
Fast forward two hours later and I am checking on my daughter because in about five minutes, the bus will arrive. Where do I find her? Undressed, in the bathroom, heater plugged in and turned on. Her clothes are laid in front of it while spraying aerosol spray on them. I was fuming...I told her to hurry and get her clothes on. Did she? No, she doddled and missed the bus. Being we only have one vehicle, family members are our neighbors and they work and the other ones' relative had passed away so there was no one to take her. So, her father who works about 35 minutes away has to leave work and come home and take her. Boy did this girl get lectured by us both. She then continues with attitude, eye rolling, and the snubbing up of the nose and turning away when we talk to her. She is almost twelve years old and is advanced as far as DS children are. She typically behaves like a normal 11 year old--she is just behind academically but caught up in everything else. I have always allowed her to get ready herself because she likes the independence and needs it. She planned the whole thing, too, because her clothes are in her room. She also pranced through the house in her underclothes--something we have told her not to do since she is a young lady now. To top it off, she was trying to order me around while I cooked her breakfast. I told she was in trouble and she was going to eat whatever she was given. I was not in the mood for it.
I normally never get this mad, but she sure pushed her limits this week and last.
And since then, my toddler has been trying to go on octave above Mariah Carey...ALL. DAY. LONG. My home is a mess, my hair is a mess, I am still in my pajamas...it has been one of those days.
But, I have to sit back and laugh at some of these things, even though I want to scream.