So yesterday was one hell of a day with my 3yr old. Between
screaming for snacks and movies, tormenting the dog, not listening for shit,
and running off down the road I had had my fill. The last time I had to chase
him down the street I was done. I marched his little butt right back into the
house and into his room. I had reached my
limit and wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to contain my
frustrations. I did exactly what all the parenting books tell you to do, put
them in a safe place and walk away. So into his room he went and he was going
to stay there until daddy came home.
He screamed, he cried, he called me everything he could with
his 3yr old vocabulary. I was a mean mommy, he didn’t like me, I was yucky, and
he wanted his daddy. He threw every hot wheels car at the door he had, kicked it
to the point I was sure he was going to put his foot through the door. But I
was standing my ground he needed to be in there. He needed a break and I needed
a break.
I see dad pulling into the drive way and I go to let him
come out. I’m standing at the door talking to him through it. I get momma I’m
so sorry, I be a good boy, I lub you. I just begin to crack the door open
pushing tiny little cars out of the way and I notice something whitish on the
floor. Oh God what now, are you kidding me, what have you gotten into. I get
the door open to discover at some point through our day he has snuck a package
of cornbread into his room. (For days the kids have thought that this box was
cupcakes and wouldn’t listen to me telling them its cornbread we’re going to
use it this weekend) I have my son in front of me laughing saying look momma
this so funny, he’s covered in it. His toys are covered, the floor is covered,
and my blood pressure is through the roof. I’m ready to cry.
Just then the door opens and I hear Honey I’m home, yes my
husband does say this, only to have me respond come and look at this. What now
is all he can say until he sees what’s in front of him. All I can say is go to
the store, I need a drink. He chuckles and say’s how about I clean this up and
you go to the store. I grab my keys and my purse and am gone before he can even
spit out I love you.
The lady at the checkout asks how my day’s going and I start
laughing. She says I bet it’s about to get better. You betcha! I tell her the
mess I’ve just left behind and she starts laughing. She sends me on my way with
the final words, “I don’t blame ya honey, go home and have yourself a good
night!” And that’s exactly what I did!
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