I had big plans for my Mother’s Day post. I was going to write about the wonderment of being a parent, how my life is more joyful, how I take time to appreciate the small things as I watch my little boy learn new things and watch life go by in utter wonderment.
Then today happened.
To back up, yesterday was AWESOME. Unfortunately, my husband had to work all day, but my mom was around so we took the bug to the Farmer’s Market in the morning and then the Bug man and I played with the hose in the evening. All in all, a totally ridiculous awesome day.
Today? Not so much.
My darling husband did his best. I got to sleep in (woohoo, until 11!) and he made me french toast, my favorite breakfast of all time. But the little man was in a mood. He was wicked cranky and his periods of happiness were short-lived. We did manage to squeeze in a quick trip to the park which the whole family enjoyed. But when we got home from the grocery store and started dinner, we got hit over the head with the whiny child from hell. He ate his “first” dinner (peas and pasta) while we got the rice and kabobs going. When he finished, the whining and crying started. He didn’t know what he wanted. He wanted to be picked up. He wanted to be put down. He screamed. His face turned red. Big tears ran down his face.
I could hear myself but it was in a fog “WHAT DO YOU WANT? JUST TELL MOMMY. I CAN’T HELP YOU WHEN YOU CRY.” Finally I was at my wits end. It’s Mother’s Day for pete’s sake and my kid has lost it. So before I lost it, into his crib he went in full hysterics. I walked downstairs and onto our deck. Mommy needed a time out.
My adorable husband brought me out a glass of wine and kissed the top of my head while tears ran down my face. What in the world? 45 minutes of non-stop, nothing would help screaming and crying. We’ve never quite experienced anything like it. Was he sick? Did his tummy hurt? Does he have teeth coming in?
I hate not knowing.
Ten minutes later his daddy brought him back out and after 15 minutes of fussing and fidgeting he relaxed and wouldn’t you know….the kabobs were finally done. So he had 2nd dinner with us and seemed happy as a clam playing with his Harris Teeter balloon.
Then right before bed, he watched “Peekaboo Barn” and “Peekaboo Wild” on my phone and read stories with his parents — perfectly content and happy. Phew!
Now he’s in bed and I need a stiff drink and a massage. Stressful ending to the day.
All I can hope is that tomorrow will be better.