Got food for the rest of us made, so I took Clayton into the dining room to put him in his high chair. What?! Lovely. Peach yogurt finger paint all over Jackson's place mat, and a yogurt runway for the airplane spoon. Great. Clayton is really hungry and fussy, so I decided to give him a few bites of oatmeal before I cleaned up Jackson's mess. Meanwhile Jackson is asking for a piece of paper to draw on. Then I set down the oatmeal bowl on the table, tossed a few cheerios on Clayton's tray to keep him happy for a minute, and went in the kitchen to get a cloth to clean up the masterpiece. Come back in the dining room to find that Clayton had somehow reached the oatmeal bowl and dumped it out all over himself & his tray. Sooo...I took away the bowl, wiped up the majority of the oatmeal, and then turned to Jackson. Huh? He was coloring on a carrot. I guess he didn't see the paper I put in front if him??
Off to early bedtimes...Clayton fell asleep quickly, which I figured he would since his afternoon nap was very short...but I think he was only out for about 30 minutes before I heard from him again. Now he's been crying off and on for the past 30 minutes. I put Jackson in bed, but really wasn't too optimistic about him staying there...last night he was in & out of bed until 10:30 (he took a nap yesterday, like the 3rd one since we've been here). So far he's gotten up once and requested to sleep on the floor. If he gets up again, I'll put him back in there with the
I'm just running low on patience this evening. Can you tell?? I like to think that I'm a fairly calm, rational, non-violent person, but when these little people try my patience so easily I have to wonder.
4 comments:
Poor sister. Please remain calm
Rhet's only gone a few hours and I feel like I'll go postal if he doesn't come home on time, I can't imagine doing it alone for several days and nights. Hang in there!!
Oh, I completely understand. A couple weeks ago, I had this resolve to be a better mom--you know, more patient, slower to frustration/anger at toddler defiance, play with my kids more. At lunch, I said, "I can do this," as they climbed all over me and fought for my lap and attention. By nap time, I found myself losing my resolve, raising my voice, and by the end of the day, I felt like I might be going crazy, and I was just grateful that the ONLY thing I did was raise my voice! Seriously, sometimes I try to be a better, kinder mom, but I feel like the best I can do is NOT be a really mean mom (and I suppose that is debatable :) And I have learned to never under estimate the reach of your baby.
Ditto. I think we're all living the same lives. :)
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