I'm going back to full-time next week...
Aug. 31st, 2017 10:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rissymonster...And so my last Wednesday off with Mr. Kiddo was yesterday.
It kind of sucked. He's getting over a cold, and may be teething.
He was also prone to losing his shit at the slightest provocation. Screamed when I tried to change his diaper (if E was around, was fine with it if not). Insisted on being on piggyback after I explained that my hands and back were hurting)...until we got back to the building for naptime and he screamed because he wanted to get down (and run around and avoid a nap). Skipped his nap (after 1.5 hours of attempting/fighting to get him to sleep, and another 1.5 hours of me walking around the waterfront with him in the stroller). He actually does need the nap, so this is never a good sign. Tried repeatedly to get out of the stroller. Lost his shoes twice (found them too). Defiantly crumbled the cookie our neighbor gave him all over the living room floor, while I was struggling not to cry with frustration. Screamed when I put him in his room to clean up (and get a hold of myself). Later wanted to know why he couldn't have a cookie. Because you actually literally were how the cookie crumbled, dude. Whined repeatedly for daddy. Reversed decisions on whether to bring the riding toy/train/other toy to the walk to the mailbox about 5 times in one minute. Kept asking whether what he was doing was funny. No. "A little funny?" Nope. Hit me some. Bit me once.
So, um. Not the sweet, leisurely last day I was hoping for, by a large stretch. There were bits of sweetness (we had a good time at the cafe, and then at the playground in Alameda, and some singing), but I admitted to co-workers that if even a quarter of our Wednesdays had been as bad as this one, I would have gone back to fulltime status earlier. I struggle with the open defiance to keep a level response. We talk about emotions and how mommy was sad, frustrated and a little angry. E took charge of bedtime despite being sick, and I basically laid in bed and toodled on my phone, sad that I'd lost my calm, mourning that this was the last Wednesday off together, and also glad that I wasn't the one putting Mr. Chatterbox to bed.
So, deep breath: most of our days off together have been mostly wonderful, and I love this little dude, who vibrates with excitement at the sight of a garbage truck, turns our walks into obstacle courses, and loves it when I sing the sugar bowl/thermos verses to "I'm a little teapot" and who lines up Ernie at the toy train station while playing with the trains, and then wonders where Snnuffy is. And today is much better (even if he did bust his lip at day care), and we take a deep breath and try again. And give hugs.
It kind of sucked. He's getting over a cold, and may be teething.
He was also prone to losing his shit at the slightest provocation. Screamed when I tried to change his diaper (if E was around, was fine with it if not). Insisted on being on piggyback after I explained that my hands and back were hurting)...until we got back to the building for naptime and he screamed because he wanted to get down (and run around and avoid a nap). Skipped his nap (after 1.5 hours of attempting/fighting to get him to sleep, and another 1.5 hours of me walking around the waterfront with him in the stroller). He actually does need the nap, so this is never a good sign. Tried repeatedly to get out of the stroller. Lost his shoes twice (found them too). Defiantly crumbled the cookie our neighbor gave him all over the living room floor, while I was struggling not to cry with frustration. Screamed when I put him in his room to clean up (and get a hold of myself). Later wanted to know why he couldn't have a cookie. Because you actually literally were how the cookie crumbled, dude. Whined repeatedly for daddy. Reversed decisions on whether to bring the riding toy/train/other toy to the walk to the mailbox about 5 times in one minute. Kept asking whether what he was doing was funny. No. "A little funny?" Nope. Hit me some. Bit me once.
So, um. Not the sweet, leisurely last day I was hoping for, by a large stretch. There were bits of sweetness (we had a good time at the cafe, and then at the playground in Alameda, and some singing), but I admitted to co-workers that if even a quarter of our Wednesdays had been as bad as this one, I would have gone back to fulltime status earlier. I struggle with the open defiance to keep a level response. We talk about emotions and how mommy was sad, frustrated and a little angry. E took charge of bedtime despite being sick, and I basically laid in bed and toodled on my phone, sad that I'd lost my calm, mourning that this was the last Wednesday off together, and also glad that I wasn't the one putting Mr. Chatterbox to bed.
So, deep breath: most of our days off together have been mostly wonderful, and I love this little dude, who vibrates with excitement at the sight of a garbage truck, turns our walks into obstacle courses, and loves it when I sing the sugar bowl/thermos verses to "I'm a little teapot" and who lines up Ernie at the toy train station while playing with the trains, and then wonders where Snnuffy is. And today is much better (even if he did bust his lip at day care), and we take a deep breath and try again. And give hugs.
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Date: 2017-09-03 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-04 08:46 pm (UTC)And we've now survived a long weekend featuring 101 temps (and no AC, or even chance of installing a room AC), with lesser wibbles, so yay!