Remember those post from me and other blog moms who talk about the "tears of tired momma" when you are in the newborn phase? Well... this is kind of like that except it is a mix of a toddler who can't shake off the germs and some terrible twos coming to roost.
Erik has been working a lot lately ( he is a nurse so he works weekdays and weekends 12 hour shifts) so I have been home bound with the boy being sick and on single parent duty a lot lately. I may be close to losing my mind. (that's not a jab at bubs, he is working extra hard to save money to take us on a special trip)
anyways.. our day goes kind of like this:
wake up happy
breakfast? yes I think I will have some
Augmentin NONONONONONO! SCREAM! ( me hold him down while I fight his fierce 35lbs and squirt the medicine down his throat)
cry cry cry
Oh Mickey Mouse Club house? YES MOMMA . smile. dance a jig. watch Mickey and snuggle
change my diaper. NONONONONO scream, kick, maybe hit his head in the process. Kick Kick KICK me right in the gut.
Once off the diaper table, he thinks he can handle life again.
all is well.
Lunch? "Yes I am hungry!" ( tries to climb into his high chair).. bring out the first course ( mash or yogurt) NONONONO $&^%&*()*NO. Cry, flail, try to knock the high chair over while still in it. Smack the spoon sending mushy food flying everywhere. Then take his hands and finger paint the high chair with what he got on his hands.
Exit the high chair , lay in the floor for a tantrum.
Get up, smile, try to climb back in the high chair .
Start over.. next food try something solid and finger food like.. NONONONONONONO SCREAM. flail, try to knock the high chair over while still in it .
Violently throws all the food that I just slaved over and cut up to the floor for Ralphie.
Commences screaming and trying to throw his back out.
Exit the high chair and have fit laying in the floor. The tantrum is so major that he kicks himself clear into another room. ( all while laying on his back)
and so on and so on. Dinner is the same except we have to have more medicine after dinner so. yeah. that again.
We have not really gone anywhere because I don't want to spread germs, although I do not think we are contagious anymore at this point in the game ( I say "we" because we have both been sick), We try to stay at home unless we must go somewhere.
..... and we both go to bed exhausted at night. I think we are equally happy about hitting the mattress since he does not make a peep when I put him to bed.
I think I am going crazy. I find myself toward the end of the day losing my patience and becoming super annoyed. The house is a WRECK.
Thank goodness, sickness will eventually leave and we can go back to good health, however the attitude problem I feel like is gonna need some work. Either he feels terrible from his medicine, or demons have taken him over.
So I guess when he is well again we are gonna have to start some baby boot camp up in here with his eating habits and tantrums. Either that or I am gonna have to learn how to start an IV, go buy a box of wine and hook that sucker up while I lay in the floor convulsing from the mind blowing experience of a screaming toddler 98% of the day who may or may not have dis-located my nose with his sippy cup when that milk didn't taste like he thought it should.
Ok, Off I go to clean up the 87 pieces of diaper that Ralphie so considerately stole from Susannah's kids and left in the closet for me. sweet.