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Roller Coaster of Monk.
August 29, 2003
It has been a rough day here. It started off so well, M was being totally cool and patient, and we were really having a day. But around noon...ironically (or not) the time that I normally go out and L normally starts watching the kids (this has changed due to our new agreement. He now only watches both kids every OTHER Friday, and on alternate Fridays, like today, he takes one kid out in the evening.) M really started acting up.
It started pretty innocently. He had C and the visiting P (who is approximately C's age) in his room playing a game. The rules of the game were, of course, dictated by the much older M. Of course, however, neither of the 2 year olds were paying any attention whatsoever to M's rules, and were merely playing quietly and contentedly in whatever way they saw fit to play. This pissed M off, and he started talking to them in that high-pitched, whiny, "I'm about to explode in a fit of uncontrolled rage" voice. I tried to interrupt and redirect several times, but M just did not get that he wasn't going to get the two year olds to bend to his will, and that the two year olds weren't committing a punishable offense by not bending to his will.
I finally had to drag M kicking and screaming out of the room, because he started yelling at C and raging about the fact that C didn't play with the little dragon knights the way M wanted him to.
But it really only got worse. Basically, m acted like this all day. He had a short fuse, and he was just whining and trying my patience. For a little while, I was able to appease him by hanging out with him one-on-one while the two-year olds played contentedly, but that didn't last long, and I was happy when Megan came over to retrieve P so I could have another adult to talk to. I had anticipated it being an easy day because the morning had gone so well, but I was so wrong.
The funny thing is that neither C nor P - the TWO YEAR OLDS - made a single peep all day. They were both happy as could be, playing and getting along.
I was so frustrated with M by the time his papa came to take him out. Sigh. But when M is gone, C becomes unbearably clingy and needy, so it's not like I got any sort of break. I did manage to watch Moyers, but most of my m-less time was spent catering to C's every whim, and he had many whims without his big brother to buffer them. It's cute, though, how much he loves M. When we were getting ready to go to the store, C said "where M?" and then when I made dinner, C yelled out "M! diiiiinnnnnnerrrr!!!"
M was difficult right through story time tonight. I finally had to just turn out the lights and leave them alone in the bedroom. It's way past C's bedtime, and he's been tired since around 5 in the afternoon, but he will not go to sleep. I'm letting them have a slumber party in my room. I told them that the light was to stay out and they were to stay in the room, but that they could stay awake for as long as they wanted. Right now they are telling knock knock jokes.
I'm feeling pretty frustrated because I have a lot of non-mommy stuff that I want to write and read about, but I feel like I am way too distracted with all of this other stuff. It's TEN FREAKING THIRTY at night! We've been up since SEVEN. Why are they still awake?
Mama's tired. I'm feeling like the childcare agreement is not serving me well, nor is it serving the children well. I'm supposed to have time to myself after work tomorrow, but since L is watching the kids in my home, I'm forced to go out and do something, when all I really want to do is come home, take a bath, read a book, clean the house, mow the lawn...or just veg out in front of the TV. It's definitely better now than it was before he moved out, but there is much room for improvement in this arrangement, and I'm really tired of hearing the other person talk about how he's getting the short end of the stick.
Great. Both boys just burst out of the bedroom. I have to go resume the mommy of the year act.
Sigh. Maybe I will take Megan up on her offer to watch the kids on Sunday. I would prefer to save up my childcare favors for when I have to work, but I guess that doesn't do me any good if I'm unable to perform my functions in a calm and caring way.
UPDATE: It's always good to end things on a positive, so I thought I'd relate this story. It took me all of 5 minutes to get c to go to sleep, but M had already gone to sleep in his own room in that time. I crept into M's room after C was asleep and M was totally faking sleep. I made him giggle, and his cover was blown. Anyway, I told him he could go sleep in the big bed now that C was asleep. His reply was "OK, but carry me. I'm too tired to walk" M weighs about 60 pounds, I think. He's not light. I said OK, because I'm a buff herculean woman. I picked him up to heft him to bed, and then he says "Stop off at the bathroom." What a cutey.
So, now my big boy and little guy are peacefully co-existing in the big bed. I will get to veg for a bit, then I will clean up M's room (which is why I wanted M to sleep in the big bed in the first place) and maybe MAYBE I will get to do some writing, but I don't think so.
So it's not a totally happy ending, but I'm not feeling tense and angry anymore.
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right on mama. some days are just like that.
I'm glad the boys gave you at least one smile beofore the end of the day. :) A little boy mind working through all that's going on lately can certainly create many ways to drive their mother crazy!