This week as been one of a kind. Well, not really. After running in the Flying Pirate Half Marathon, Adam and I came home on Sunday. Note to runners: don't ride in a car after running a race with a random 2 mile mountain. We quickly shifted into prework gear, which I hate coming home from a trip only to go to work the following day. I need a transition day.
As the week began I found myself in a funk, sore, tired, broke, cranky. The whole week was off balance.
This is also the second week of B beginning her real solids, which of course what does every overextended mom do? Duh, she makes her own baby food. Honestly its mostly because the smells, and its actually easy. I also, forced in my workouts, p90x & running. BAD IDEA on the running, I needed a little more rest. And possibly more water that day, oh and I needed lunch. In the middle of this was H's first preschool Easter Party, which I HAD to make snacks! I will be the do it all working mom who thinks she stays home. Have I mentions h's terrible tantrums? All including hitting (um no), kicking his door (double no) and his forced missing Curious George? Then add in the fact that B thinks 4:30 is the perfect wake up time. Which is not, it is also funny because, people ask, "How's nursing? How's her sleep?" well, her sleep was fine, she'd wake up at 4:30 nurse and go back to sleep, as would I, now, this may sound crazy to you but as a "working, nursing, pretend stay at home mom", I think it's great for my supply!
I was pretty defeated as I strolled into work Friday, feeling the weight of my up at 4:30's, milk machine, laundry machine, dinner/lunch machine, (Adam does breakfast, he's awesome)p90x machine (exaggeration)etc, etc. But then in one of my weekly meetings a co-worker asked how I was, I found myself telling her all I am doing at home and then her response, (which I will replay in my mind over and over), "Wow, no wonder your i tried momma, I'm tried looking at you. I thought I had it rough with one. Your awesome."
NOTE: I know most of you other moms do the same thing and I don't downplay it at all but I needed this message.
Why is it if my parents, or Adam say the same thing I shrug it off, but when a random tells me I love it? Tricky...
Showing posts with label temper tantrum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label temper tantrum. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 11, 2010
Hair
It all started Thursday morning when I got a good look at my roots and by nasty big hair. I mentioned a highlight and haircut to Adam and his suggestion was after vacation. Noted, we are saving money, I agreed.
I had been saying that I was going to give H a "high and tight" haircut for our beach trip since I don't want to scrub sand from his locks of blonde- and it would all around be easier.
Adam and I, were going to be going to a baseball game that night so I had the afternoon planned to a tee. Shower for me at 3:00, haircut for H at 3:30, me getting ready and done by 5:00. It was a divine plan I even had my outfit picked out AND a second option for when I felt fat.
3:00: I jump in shower, H is screaming at me banging on the shower doors because he wants to get in, and has woken from his nap early.
3:30: Haircut begins. H freaks out as I spread the plastic onto the floor to catch hair. Literally screaming in the corner pointing to said plastic. I begin showing him the M&M's he will receive when he sits and gets his haircut. (plan not working)
3:45 I'm sweating because I was wrestling him down, I tell him I do not want to hear him throw a fit so I will blow dry my hair because I am not afraid of noises or plastic.
4:00: I finally manage to get him on the plastic (topped with a towel) and cut his hair, not easy as he is screaming and wiggling, I believe he ate 5 M&M's. (This may not seem like a lot to you but we watch how much sugar H gets and he wouldn't now candy if he saw it0
4:30: Haircut complete. He is still screaming like Sampson, he doesn't like the sight of his golden locks on the floor or even touching him, I blow dry the hair off of him and he flips out when he sees it again.
At this time I decide once again I do not want to hear the temper tantrum he is throwing, I clean up the mess of hair to avoid any hair balls attacking him and begin to flat iron my hair. With each stroke of the flat iron I find myself not hearing the cries, after about 15-20 minutes of high heat on my own hair and careful combing I am shocked to see the best flat ironing I have done since having a child. It looks AMAZING. H's hair looks pretty good to, for a wiggling 2 year old, in fact people asked where he got it done. I say Salon De Steele.
Needless to say my day was all about hair. And lucky me had a fine hair day that night... until the rain.
I had been saying that I was going to give H a "high and tight" haircut for our beach trip since I don't want to scrub sand from his locks of blonde- and it would all around be easier.
Adam and I, were going to be going to a baseball game that night so I had the afternoon planned to a tee. Shower for me at 3:00, haircut for H at 3:30, me getting ready and done by 5:00. It was a divine plan I even had my outfit picked out AND a second option for when I felt fat.
3:00: I jump in shower, H is screaming at me banging on the shower doors because he wants to get in, and has woken from his nap early.
3:30: Haircut begins. H freaks out as I spread the plastic onto the floor to catch hair. Literally screaming in the corner pointing to said plastic. I begin showing him the M&M's he will receive when he sits and gets his haircut. (plan not working)
3:45 I'm sweating because I was wrestling him down, I tell him I do not want to hear him throw a fit so I will blow dry my hair because I am not afraid of noises or plastic.
4:00: I finally manage to get him on the plastic (topped with a towel) and cut his hair, not easy as he is screaming and wiggling, I believe he ate 5 M&M's. (This may not seem like a lot to you but we watch how much sugar H gets and he wouldn't now candy if he saw it0
4:30: Haircut complete. He is still screaming like Sampson, he doesn't like the sight of his golden locks on the floor or even touching him, I blow dry the hair off of him and he flips out when he sees it again.
At this time I decide once again I do not want to hear the temper tantrum he is throwing, I clean up the mess of hair to avoid any hair balls attacking him and begin to flat iron my hair. With each stroke of the flat iron I find myself not hearing the cries, after about 15-20 minutes of high heat on my own hair and careful combing I am shocked to see the best flat ironing I have done since having a child. It looks AMAZING. H's hair looks pretty good to, for a wiggling 2 year old, in fact people asked where he got it done. I say Salon De Steele.
Needless to say my day was all about hair. And lucky me had a fine hair day that night... until the rain.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Patience is a virtue.
All my life my dad would say, "Patience is a virtue." Now this is a virtue I never acquired, so you can imagine how things are working out for me as my son gets ready to turn the infamous 2.
Now, I understand the basics of his ordeal. For 2 years we have waited on him hand and foot, feeding when hungry, changing when dirty, pushing him in his, "little thrown," letting everyone ohh and ahh over him. But now, he is being forced to listen, hold hands in the parking lot, being told his screams aren't cute, and worst of all... WE HAVE TAKEN HIS PACI.
While working my patience has been lower than ever, my hormones are through the roof and he his mastering the art of a temper tantrum. Today, after he threw his sippy cup OUT OF THE CAR, and I told him, "Ok, fine, no DVD because you threw." I warned my friend that he was fully capable of screaming and crying the whole way home. She said she didn't mind, but the thing is I DID. I know that I am not the only mother who has gone through this stage, and I have been praying each night and multiple times a day, to help me get through it and understand it. Hopefully he may crack this fast when he gets I don't want to hear it. But how do I get the communication to be consistent between Adam & I and then our parents. UGH... I'm beginning to think that's why it's so terrible, too many rules from too many people.
But I figure if I'm rocking his world so much already, why shouldn't I begin the potty training?
Now, I understand the basics of his ordeal. For 2 years we have waited on him hand and foot, feeding when hungry, changing when dirty, pushing him in his, "little thrown," letting everyone ohh and ahh over him. But now, he is being forced to listen, hold hands in the parking lot, being told his screams aren't cute, and worst of all... WE HAVE TAKEN HIS PACI.
While working my patience has been lower than ever, my hormones are through the roof and he his mastering the art of a temper tantrum. Today, after he threw his sippy cup OUT OF THE CAR, and I told him, "Ok, fine, no DVD because you threw." I warned my friend that he was fully capable of screaming and crying the whole way home. She said she didn't mind, but the thing is I DID. I know that I am not the only mother who has gone through this stage, and I have been praying each night and multiple times a day, to help me get through it and understand it. Hopefully he may crack this fast when he gets I don't want to hear it. But how do I get the communication to be consistent between Adam & I and then our parents. UGH... I'm beginning to think that's why it's so terrible, too many rules from too many people.
But I figure if I'm rocking his world so much already, why shouldn't I begin the potty training?
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