Somehow, The World's Cutest Toddler, with his generally pleasant diposition and his easygoing manner, has been stolen by fairies. The changeling they have left in his place is...well, he's kind of a dick.
He pitches horrible public tantrums with no provocation. He cries for an hour at a time. He throws food. And thinks it's funny. He wants to be held, held, held, and freaks out if you need to shift position. Unless, of course, he cannot bear to be touched at all.
Things we have done to discipline him in the past have no effect at all. My serious admonishing look makes him laugh out loud.
Plus he has learned to escape from his crib, so the idea that we can leave him for some quiet time and, you know, get something done for an hour...that's all over. He's capable of going up and down stairs, so basically he has the run of the house now. No house will ever be sufficiently child-proof for this. Even if we moved all the furniture out, we'd still have to bar the windows.
So these are some tiring days. It's hard work, frustrating and disappointing a child this much, let alone trying to keep him from cracking his skull. While I have no real desire to quit this mothering gig (okay, only intermittant desire) I have wondered several times if I can't get some sort of a transfer to another department.
He's very needy, is the thing. He's teething like hell (apparently that's precisely the word I mean) and having a growth spurt, and it seems that he's really scared of us abandoning him. He has trouble relaxing unless we're both visible. This is tough, since his dad has gigs all weekend, including one Sunday in ANOTHER STATE.
Well, if it sucks to be me these days (and it does) at least I'm aware that is sucks much, much more to be my kid.
3 comments:
Ugh, these are the experiences that you stash away and take out to look at every so often so that you can sigh and say "life is good". My sympathies!
Those fairies (why does that look like it's spelled entirely wrong?) will bring your son's generally pleasant disposition and easygoing manner back. Wait it out, hang in there, look fervently toward the light at the end of the tunnel - it is coming. It always does. You'll make it!
I am still waiting for the fairies to being back my kids. . .lol
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