The only way to explain what happened in my household last night between the hours of 5:30 P.M. and 7:30 P.M. is to say that my child was temporarily possessed by demons. Or, at the very least, by the demon of stubbornness. Not even I, Queen of All Things Ornery, was able to reason with the beast that overcame her.
That picture is serving as a reminder today that at the core of who she is, my daughter really is pretty cool. She might be half-monster once in awhile, but that’s still less frequently than I am. So. Good work, Donald’s Genetic Material, on evening the score.
As soon Hurricane Charlotte was over (read: asleep in bed), I washed dishes to calm myself down and Donald popped popcorn and we settled into an evening of doing absolutely nothing besides bonding over the fact that sometimes parenthood feels like being clobbered over the head with a frying pan. It was excellent. My husband might never get his pajamas into the hamper, but damn it if that man isn’t perfect for me.
** Charlotte is two years and seven months old.
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Um, my husband is afraid to leave us alone some days because we are both being ornery and he knows we just will not get along. You’re not alone!
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that picture is probably the cutest thing i have ever seen.
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Oh man..we’ve had so many evenings that sound like this. Of course, the next morning we’ve all forgotten and moved on. Our half-monster has recently renewed her hatred for the car seat. If there’s one thing worse than a baby crying in a carseat, it’s a two and a half year old thrashing and screaming in it. Deep breaths, deep breaths!
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Animom - We have the carseat blues too. I have to get us out to the car about twenty minutes before we need to leave because it takes that long to get her seated and strapped in. UGH.
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swear it must be something in the air. our kiddo gave me a run for her money yesterday. horrendous tantrums spread randomly throughout the day. then a rare 3 hour nap. then that turned her into a crazy person who didn’t go to bed until 10pm. I think I aged three years in a day. always good to know we are “not alone” in it all!
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Oh. em. gee. Brian called on his way home last night and I said, “How far away are you? Because I am about to lose my $h!t on this kid.“ It must be something in the air. And then when he came home he was totally understanding and awesome. :)
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We recently had cable installed, which will make this the first time ever that we have TV in the living room. Matthew doesn’t normally watch TV, but since we’ve been reading Pippi Longstocking for a good three weeks now, I thought it would be fun to DVR an episode of the show just this once as kind of a reward for all of the great reading and all. After it was over, he screamed “TURN THE TV BACK ON, NOW!” for the entire length of both his sister’s nap and my packing us up for the day’s appointments. The worst is when you have no choice but to leave the house by a specific time lest you miss the appointment altogether… I still have not been able to figure out a reasonable solution for handling his outbursts at time like that.
But yeah, hanging out with hubby afterward and laughing about what kind of lunatics we’ve created is good therapy.
By on March 01, 2012
All I can say is: ‘you too?‘