I’m not rockin’ this mommyhood gig
There’s a lot in my head today, so i figured i’d empty it here.
First and foremost, I’m thinking with age and experience, I’m worse at this mommyhood thing than I was when I was in my 20s and the teens were little. I don’t remember my days being so challenging. Then again, when the teens were the age the toddlers are now, I was working full-time.
So I’ve got to ask myself, was I ever any good at raising kids? Because though the teens were excellent children, so excellent they made me joyous about having more, this new set of toddlers are driving me up the fuggin wall.
I’ve got to ask myself, do I need to work full time and have someone else raise my kids, cause really, i swear i’m sucking at his gig.
Ok, to clarify, I’m not screwing up with both, just Damian, my one and only son. Natasha is a breeze and listens very well and has all the manners, and then some, that you can ask from an 8 year old though she’s not even 3.
But Damian? I swear that little man, who’ll be 4 in 11 days, has spent all his free time this last week plotting how to annoy the crap out of everyone but daddy. And I’m pretty sure that little pause he does when you give him something, is him deciding whether or not to say thank you, and then deciding not to.
This from a little boy who has been saying please, thank you, excuse me, bless you and you’re welcome since he could speak clearly.
Now, you go ahead and sneeze, you get a “HAHA you got buggers!’
I’m not sure what’s gotten into him this past week, but i can tell you that as i write this, I’ve got a well deserved shot of hennessey at my desk.
This last week has been nothing but tantrums, throwing heavy toys at his older sisters, telling me that it’s because he doesn’t like them “because”, and him whining.
I’m not really sure why he hasn’t picked on his littlest sister since she is the littlest and frankly the cutest, but he hasn’t.
And though my blogging sis, Vidya, asked me if he may be seeking attention, i’m having trouble wondering why when he gets so much.
We’ve made it though a few “learning time” episodes just fine and mainly due to being inspired by Pragmaticmom and Doodles and Jots. These two blogs have really opened my mind to ways to make learning time fun. For Damian. I’ve come to learn that he needs to be engaged in a certain way to be willingly active. At this point he knows many numbers, as many shapes as i do, how to turn different shapes into objects – house, ice cream cone, tree, sail boat, etc – can count to 20, knows the alphabet song and is learning to write the letter A.
But outside of learning time, the few times that we’ve been to the playground at 8am this week, and the very few naps he took this week, the only time he’s well behaved is when daddy’s home. Which isn’t much since Daddy’s been working weekends and double shifts all July.
Today Damian got a big boy bed. Not a toddler bed, but a twin size bed. The boy is too damn tall for a toddler bed, though he’s not 4 yet, can you believe it?
This morning daddy had a long talk with him about being a big boy. After lunch the teens wanted to take the toddlers to the playground, after 20 minutes they came home. Damian screamed, ran away, lay on the ground and threw a tantrum, all kinds of drama.
I’m at my wit’s end.
We’ve had several talks with him over the past week.
We’ve explained how sad he makes us when he does x, y, z. Reminded him he’s a good boy and good boys don’t do hurt their sister and do listen to their mommies.
After the first 2 incidents where he threw a toy at Sabrina, I spent the rest of this week taking said toys away and placing them in the pantry where he’ll never get them. Sabrina has taken quite a beating from Damian this week. To the point where she cried.
After promising me he wouldn’t throw things at her, he kicked her. Then told me he didn’t throw anything at her.
After promising he wouldn’t kick her or hit her, he spit at her.
Then told me he didn’t kick her or hit her.
He’s had time outs galore.
I’ve ignored all demands until he asked nicely.
I’m barely hanging on by my fingernails.