I love my child. I do. Some days, like today, though, I have to remind myself of that little fact.
For those of you out there who have children under the age of two and think that once you get through the "so-called" (the quotation marks will be self explanatory shortly), then the rest is smooth sailing...you've sadly been misinformed...terribly, wrongly, misinformed. Kind of like when the women told you that you giving birth is the most "magical experience ever"...they lied...probably to get you through it, but they still lied...or they had some sort of "magic" drug.
Abi got through the two's, in fact, she is on her way to the fours...and with a bang...in fact, it's been with a bang since she turned two, and each year we think and say to ourselves, we've made it, this year is going to be better....and yet, here we are, heading into the fourth year, and saying it again.
I recently asked her daycare if she was as miserable as she has been with me. They laughed. Not a good sign. Then I was told that this "stage" lasts until they are about 20....20!!!! Ugh.
So, what's causing this lovely little blog entry you ask? Well, here's a clue. Last Wednesday night, we went out to dinner at a local restaurant with her poppa dean...a tradition to say the least. She was miserable, I was tired, which ='s a recipe for disaster. She is one of the loudest kids out there I am sure. She was doing everything I told her not to do. Blowing bubbles in her milk, not eating, singing at the top of her lungs, yakking to no end, not letting poppa eat, when, next thing I know, she is standing on the booth, pants around her ankles, shaking her arss and singing at the top of her lungs, and causing her mom's blood pressure to hit the roof!
Fast forward a week. Another restaurant (minus poppa who is traveling the Saskatchewan prairies), another deadly combination = abi is miserable, mommy is tired and tired of child. Abi causes the biggest seen by yelling and crying "YOU DON'T LOVE ME???" Which of course causes the old farts to sit and glare at me, the mommy.
THEN let's go to this morning shall we? She hasn't stopped talking...I don't even think she has taken a breath yet...since 7:30 this morning. She's crying, I'm crying...she's telling me that I don't love her, I'm trying to tell her that I do...but that I'm not liking the attitude she's got. She's chasing the cats, yelling at her imaginary friends, telling me that "allison" (the mean imaginary friend, who mommy thought had gotten rid of by throwing her out of the car last month...) is calling her "stupid"...which is a bad word in our house, and saying over and over again "holy crap mom". She's changed outfits 7 times now, and all of the clothes are on the floor in her room...which she lied to me telling me that she did put them away, but that allison keeps taking them out! She's eaten two pieces of gum, which are now stuck to my kitchen floor, and has "lost" a pair of my shoes. I still have four more hours before daddy gets home...he's in for a real treat when he walks through the front door today!!!
Kids. Love them more than anything that can ever be imagined....but today is a very difficult day.
I love abi. I do. 
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2 comments:
That's what grandparents are for. Drop her off there for an hour or twelve and enjoy some kid-free time. Just don't enjoy it too much or you'll end up with another one. (Sorry, probably not a comment you need/want to hear from your brother.)
Abi's off to the folks for Saturday...a much needed break for us! and yes, not a comment I need to hear from the bro ;)If a #2 ever happens, I'll need a LOT of prayer!!
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