my sweet friends ~ Shawny & IA-y ~ have started this new linky party. We are supposed to just "talk".... tell a funny story, what's going on in your life, what nots.....and knowing all my galpals out there, they will have some very funny stories to tell.
Yah. I don't know. I have been brainstorming for days what to "talk" to y'all about.
Should I admit that I am juggling 16 balls in the air right now and my priorities are so screwed up that I dropped one yesterday? I forgot Sis's Ortho appointment, and she (THE 10 YEAR OLD) reminded me. Damn PTA. Damn blogs. Damn grocery store. and cleaning house. and laundry.
How about the fact that Bubba has turned into a MAJOR STINKER. He was my sweet boy, who sat quietly in his stroller, happy with watching the world go by. But something happened a few weeks ago and now he arches his back and pitches a fit!
I used to be able to got to lunch with girlfriends with him...not anymore. He throws plates and knives and food. nice.
I used to be able to run a few errands with him...nope. He has different ideas than sitting in the shopping cart and letting me get done.
I used to be able to take him up to school and get a few things done for PTA...nada. He wants to run into the kids' classrooms. ugh!
He is now the kid that everyone silently tells themselves, "oh, thank God mine wasn't like that."
Case in Point:
Last week, while waiting in line at our local Post Office (sidebar- I HATE our Post Office - the Postmasters are mean & grumpy - think Soup Nazi) Bubba took off. So I kindly asked the gentleman in front of me if I can go chase after him, would he hold my place in line. I am running all over the damn Post Office chasing a giggly boy (who thinks it's hysterical). But then it's my turn. As I'm at the counter, working as fast as I can to get my stuff mailed, I turn back to see my boy swinging from the counter, kicking his shoes off and charming the fool out of the other people in line. Even the Postmaster smiled a tiny smile.
Me? I was horrified - bare feet at the Post Office??!!! I was never supposed to "be that mom". My little backwoods Bubba with dirty feet had a blast. Me? Not so much.
At church on Sunday, he wanted to and play in the big water feature - heck, with the drought we have, I don't blame him. When I wouldn't let him, he threw himself on the floor kicking & screaming. At church. God granted me strength then...but how long will it last????
And yesterday, at the forgotten ortho appt (we showed up late), he wanted out of his stroller, so he threw a fit. He wanted to go back with his sister, so he threw a fit. He wanted a snack, but not the one I brought him, so he threw a fit..... see the pattern I am dealing with? Ironically, Dr. Phil was talking about children who thrown tantrums in public on the tv in the waiting room...but I didn't get to listen b/c I was dealing with my own kid's tantrums. ARGH!
We sat in the car during the bulk of that appointment.
He is most definitely strong-willed. He wants what he wants and will pitch a fit until he gets it. I'm trying to set limits and establish boundaries, but it's so hard when all I really want to do is give in.
I think Brody acted this way.....I bought James Dobson's The Strong Willed Child when he was younger, but I seem to have erased that part of my memory. Guess it's time to pull that one out again.
So, that's what's in my head at this current moment.
Hear me out - I love my baby boy - love love love him. I will be challenged while raising him. We will battle - and I hope this is a SHORT phase and I get my sweet boy back.
Whew - that was like a 3 cup of coffee conversation. But I did all the talking - any advice for me?????