I love my life. I love my job. I love my family. With that being said, allow me to vent a smidge, if you will.
The day started off magnificently with a workout, Day 2 of the Couch-to-5-k program. And best of all, I got to run with my best friend! The temperature was perfect. It just felt good. After completing our exercise, I came home and fixed breakfast as usual for my amazing hubby. The knucklehead wasn't awake yet, but that was fine by me since he just did not want to sleep last night.
He woke up around 7:45 (which is about an hour of sleeping in for him!) He seemed to be in a fine mood. I've noticed his nose has been a bit more drippy lately and originally thought it was just allergies. Today, my opinion changed and I realized another of his 2-year molars is rearing it's ugly head because he started drooling like a Bloodhound! But overall, our day was pleasant.
We played outside, went shopping, played with flashcards. We read and shot hoops. Everything was just ducky! Until about 5:30. We were all eating dinner. He was eating well and seemed content. Then he acted as if his entire world just blew up in front of him. I swear, this kid was just carrying on as if tomorrow would never come! He's not generally a bratty child, so truth be told, we don't know what to do with him when he turns into a little pistol. We tried asking him to show us what he wanted. We picked him up. We put him down. Nothing sated this kiddo.
My husband finally put him in time-out. That didn't do much either. I tried putting medicine on his little raw nose. I tried giving him teething gel. I tried giving him milk. Everything worked for about two seconds. Then he fell apart all over again. I finally decided to give him a bath and he magically turned back into my sweet son. It was still pretty early, so I was just going to put his lotion and PJs on, then let him play a bit longer. I thought I'd rock him for a minute, though, if he'd let me. There's just something so sweet about a freshly washed kid snuggling up.
Less than five minutes later, he was fast asleep and actually transferred to his crib without even opening his eyes. I cannot believe he was that exhausted! I don't know what triggered it, but all I can figure is that he must not have felt well in some capacity. But I have to admit, it's really frustrating to have a child old enough to have opinions, and consequently tantrums, but unable or unwilling to let me know what's wrong. I think hubby and I were both ready to pull our hair out.
I know my brother keeps telling me not to rush him to talk (you know, because once they start, they NEVER stop!?!) But tonight, it would have been so much easier if he could have somehow communicated what was going on in his crazy head or crazy body. *sigh*
But for now, he sleeps. And if God's mercies with me can be new every morning, I'm pretty sure I can show my son new mercy with the dawn. (But, I'm not God. So, we'll see...)
Oh Momma bear. When do humans ever start to admit the real reason they're cranky? Expecially boys?! Children never find the ability or willingness to admit when they're tired. At least not the one's I've known. My boy will have bags under his eyes.. constantly rubbing them & have full blown yawn & still say he's got hours left in him. And yet chores are no longer possible, little things are huge triggers & nothing can go right. Bath & bed are immediate response in our house when cranky Eli rears his head. He'll never say if he's tired or feels yucky... but he'll be a 'pistol' as you call it. But as soon as the bed & bath nighttime routine is under way, the chipper comes back & the sleep comes easy.
ReplyDeleteLittle man can take all the time he needs to start talking. But honestly, I'll bet you're getting more out him more if he's communicating with signs & pointing than once he starts talking. Talking back.. talking cryptically... mumbling... oy.
Good vent momma. I feel your pain!