Last Nerve
The boy has been on my very last nerve today. He’s not doing anything he doesn’t usually do, but I’m just completely out of patience.
As we were about to leave for preschool I noticed with immense relief that he had all his clothes on, including socks. I had time to go to the bathroom. Big score for the pregnant lady!
But when I walked back out, he was completely naked. Instead of bringing me his clothes, he had to act like a four year old and run away from me until I yelled at him. We were late for school.
At Kohl’s he couldn’t just walk like a normal human being. Oh no. He had to act like a four year old and hide behind every rack of clothes and try to make me find him, until I just walked away. But I couldn’t really walk away because that would be bad. But I wanted to!
Then he couldn’t just look at items and see them as things we don’t need. Oh no. He had to act like a four year old and beg for all the cool toys and not stand still in line.
On the way out the door, he couldn’t just hold my hand. Instead, he had to go up to the lady who was lighting her cigarette and ask her over and over and over again what she was doing. She totally ignored him.
Then he had to run out in front of a car. Thank the lords of Kobol I caught him before he was squashed. It about gave me a heart attack.
As soon as we got home, he stripped again then decided to wallow all over me. I was not in the mood for a stinky little boy to wallow on me. “But Mommy, I just love you and want to cuddle!” How could I say no?
Then he was whipping around the curtains. Instead of instantly obeying me when I told him to stop, he kept doing it until he knocked a glass of water over. Then, like a four year old, he refused to take responsibility. When I asked him if he knew the meaning of stop he could only say “s-t-o-p-p-p-p-p.”
Did I mention he was stinky? It was bath night, and instead of sitting there like a normal person, he had to splash around like a giant frog, soaking my legs. I hate getting wet through my clothes.
I am the biggest grump in the world right now. Good thing he’s cute or I would have locked him in the closet. At one point I told him he was lucky I didn’t lock him up in a dark closet. “But Mommy, none of our closets have locks.”
He knows too much for his own good.
He really is a good boy. I need to get a grip. Hopefully I won’t be so grouchy tomorrow.