Age Three.August 8, 2011 at 11:20 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 22 Comments
First of all, I need you to go wish my friend D congratulations – she had her daughter yesterday.
Yay for new babies!
My kid is an asshole right now.
There, I said it.
He’s inflexible. Rigid. If something doesn’t abide by HIS set of rules, god help us all. He’s angry, screamy. He hits. He yells.
Actually, he yells ALL THE TIME right now.
On the way to school today, he pointed out a dump truck. And then yelled, Mommy, DON’T SAY “Cool.”
I didn’t say anything – a safe bet, because he told me I couldn’t say Cool.
Except no. He KEPT yelling at me.
And when I asked why he was yelling at me?
He told me he wasn’t yelling.
I was warned about the Hell of Age Three. My friend D had a particularly bad bout of it. My friend Heather warned me it would test my sanity.
I find myself at the edge of my patience ALL THE TIME.
No seriously. I walk that razor sharp line of patience every minute he’s awake.
I love him, I love him, I love him, I chant inside when he’s raging and screaming and hitting me and the tears are streaming down his face and there’s nothing I can do except let him figure out how to calm down.
It’s times like this where I really wonder if I’m a good parent.
When I am 45 minutes late to a meet up with another blogger for a playdate because I have to go home, since O is freaking the fuck out that Daddy isn’t going to the museum with us. Even though I told him two days ago that it was going to be he and I and yesterday and even this morning when we woke up. And I have to go into the house and send J into the car to calm him down because I’m PISSED.
Because I’m trying to do something NICE, goddamn it, and can’t he just DEAL with things? Just take a deep breath and CALM THE FUCK DOWN.
It’s times where I can’t handle asking a question another way to get him to do something, where I just want to scream and run away.
And it’s those times where I think, deep down, that it’s a good thing that my pregnancy ended last November, because there’s no fucking way I’d be able to handle his rage and a newborn at the same time.
Because I barely have enough patience to deal with him on my own, much less with another little person depending on me too.
I love my kid, I love my kid, I love my kid.
I just hope we BOTH survive Age Three.