The Queen's Rambles

Did you know that a lot of local business will give a tour of their place to little kids? Our MOMS Club is always doing tours of local places like Coldstone, Trader Joes, Petco and so forth. Today was California Pizza Kitchen.

Since Erik has preschool on Friday afternoons I almost didn’t go, but then figured out they were serving lunch (free pizza for the kids!), so we headed over and I’m really glad we did. I was so proud of Erik. They told the kids to put their hands in their pockets and not touch anything and Erik managed to keep his hands in his pocket the whole time. Shocker! He is really maturing these days.

After looking all through the kitchen, the kids got to make their own little pizzas. It was probably the best tour we’ve been on with the group, other than the pet store.

I’m glad we got to do something fun together this morning, because this afternoon we were at each other’s throats. Or I was at his throat while he just wanted to have fun. He doesn’t understand why I don’t find it great fun to be abused and screeched at all day. Somehow all his games involve him fake hitting me, but he doesn’t know what fake hitting is and can’t pull his punches. He gets in trouble ALL THE FREAKING TIME for these games, yet he still persists.

It is just wearing. I’m grouchy, sick, and tired of repeating myself ten thousand times. He can be so sweet, but the minute I ask him to do something he decides not to do it. Every little thing turns into a fight. He just stands there and makes horrible noises instead of getting a move on. I may rip out his voice box.

It all came to a head this evening when I threw him in bed without a story and stormed out of the room. He was screaming and crying and then I was feeling like the worst mother ever, so I went back in there and hugged him and told him we would try to be nicer to each other tomorrow.

He has a standard answer for when I flip out on him. “Mommy, I just have to be crazy sometimes. You shouldn’t get mad. You have to be nice to me.”

Out of the mouth of babes, right?

I need to read 1-2-3 Magic again. That should motivate me to use the method, right? It does work and works well, but I just forget to use it in the heat of the moment.

At least I got to have an hour of peace this afternoon. I went over to my friend’s house while Erik was in school and got to hold the baby for an hour. Awwww! She was so teeny tiny and sweet. She slept the whole time I was there, as newborns are wont to do. I got to hear all about the crazy birth. My friend was in the birthing tub, waiting for the midwives to arrive when she felt like she had to push. The midwives were on the phone and told her not to push and to get out of the tub. She said she got up on her knees and couldn’t help but push. The baby just plopped out and my friend had to catch her by herself because her husband had no idea what was going on. From the sounds of it, it was a good thing she was planning a home birth because I don’t think she would have made it to the hospital if she had been planning a hospital birth. She never really thought she was in serious labor.

Hard to believe I’ll be holding my own little baby in a few months. Yikes! Maybe I better concentrate on being a better Mommy to the child who is already here, huh? I really need to stop the yelling.