It just wouldn’t be Monday at work without fucking computer issues and of course without everyone expecting me to tend to it. Do I fucking look like IT to you, bastards!
Saturday, it’s the day I look forward to all week-long. (Any mother would agree) No early mornings, no schedules, just hot coffee, yoga pants and the news—oh yeah, and the toddler who obvious didn’t get the memo about NO EARLY MORNINGS. The Monster woke up at 6am on both Saturday and Sunday. Needless to say, I wasn’t the most cheerful and think I deserve an extra day to make up for that crap.
Once you become a mom nothing is the same. Not your week days, your mornings, your nights, your weekends, your bowl movements, your showers- everything fucking changes! I’ve gotten use to the shower and restroom changes. I’ve now become accustom to someone barging in while I’m in the middle both. Kind of sad, but hey that’s how us moms roll. Community bowl movements!
This weekend the Monster was really beside himself with bad behavior. Perhaps it’s actually typical tantrum behavior for most three-year olds however; it’s neither normal nor typical for Max. At one point Sunday morning he was acting so crazy I honestly had the desire to run away.(Don’t judge me—I know you’ve thought about it) I had 45 more minutes before the Officer left for work and I had planned on be ALONE up until that very moment. I told the two of them I was going to take a shower.(Who was I kidding)
Finally I thought I can get away from his craziness. The Officer would surely handle whatever need the Monster had. (What was I thinking? I was about 5 minutes into my shower when the door flung open and I heard the whine of my toddler.
“Momma” he screamed, “Come fix this for me.” I hung my head feeling defended and peaked out of the shower to see what he was talking about. There he stood with the ipad pissed off because he couldn’t defend the current level of angry birds or some ridiculous shit like that. Aggregated that my escape plan hadn’t worked I took a deep breath and calmly said, “Max, momma is in the shower, I am all wet, when I get out and get dressed I will look at it for you. Please go watch your cartoons or ask daddy for help.
Appalled by the fact I didn’t jump out right then and there all wet and take care of his immediate angry bird need he threw himself on my bed and began crying as if I had just taken a stick to his ass. I knew right then as I stood in the shower and let the water hit my back it was going to be a long day…a long, long fucking day.
He’s gotten into the bad habit of throwing fits. Throwing fits over waiting things that I won’t allow him to have, throwing fits over having to get dressed, etc. simple things. Sometimes when he gets angry he’ll scream and throw a toy. I then have to give the speech about how we handle our angry in an appropriate manner. This isn’t something we’ve ever had to deal with up until now.
He’ll be four in April and it almost strikes me as odd that this behavior is starting so late…or is it? Nothing in his routine has changed, neither at home or at school to my knowledge, maybe I’m reading too much into it- perhaps this hellish behavior is all part of the toddler game and we’ve just been lucky to miss out on most of it.
Whatever the case is it sure does dump a load of mommy guilt on you once the tantrum is over and he’s back to his normal self. I always go over the tantrum and my reaction in my head once we’ve made it through storm. I always ponder if I handled it the situation the right way, if I should have been more stern, if I should have been more relaxed, if I should have ignored the behavior, or did appropriate by meeting it head on.
There are so many questions in the world of Motherhood and so many answers as everyone has their own opinion. One thing is for sure, hopefully this is just a phase that we’re visiting and our stay won’t be too much longer and if it is….I’m going to need a larger supply of xanax