Sincere apologies to Harry and Tanya FOR ALL THE SCREAMING
Since the moment I was first pregnant with Lucy, my Mom has been telling me about parenthood: The days are long, but the years are fast.
That piece of advice has rung true countless times in the past 2.5 years, today being another prime example. I don’t know what rotten side of the bed my daughter got up on (there’s only one, as the other is against a wall, so perhaps it was laced with irritableness? ridiculousness? drive-us-insane-ness?) but it was the nasty one.
Everything was an argument. Nothing would please her. By the time we made it downstairs for breakfast — 10 minutes after getting up — she declared she hated her shorts, her Daddy, toast and ponytails.
If that wasn’t foreshadowing, I dunno what was. I should have put her back to bed.
Mid-way through breakfast — after picking cheesy toast but wanting jam toast, refusing milk and wanting orange juice, flinging her bib into the ceiling fan and crying over the Dora bandaid falling off her knee — I actually called upstairs to Eric and rather desperately asked him to hurry the hell up already OMG I can’t handle this.
When Shelby was here, Lucy would. not. leave. me. alone.
So, to Harry from Michelin, and Tanya from Concordia, I’m so sorry for this:
*clicking to voice mail*: Hi there, it’s Carly Foster, manag…
MAMA! MAMA-MAMA-MAMA! WHATCHA DUN DOOIN DERE?!
*Holding wriggling, lunging, hugging child back with one hand, phone pressed to ear, while Shelby whispers, “Lucy! Lucy! Mummy’s working! C’mon!”*: …ing editor of…
MUMMY ALL DONE WURKIN’? NOOOOO, SHELBY!!
*Wildly gesturing for Shelby to just pick Lucy up and carry her out*: …[Paying Job]…
NO, SHELBY, NO SHELBY, NO SHELBY! MAMA! *cue uncontrollable sobbing*
*child is now hanging onto my office chair in a death grip, arms outstretched, legs and hips in the air, as poor Shelby vainly tries to pull her out of the room*: …[Magazine]…
NOOOOO, MAAAAMAAAAAA!
*cryingscreamingthrashing in Shelby’s arms, and whisked downstairs with sobbing fading*: …wondering if you could…
*beep*: voicemail ends.
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Oh dear, it’s a good thing she’s so cute!!
I hope she woke up in a better mood after her nap.
I suppose you could check with Air Canada if they’ll let a toddler fly on her own to come visit her Auntie.
My Lucy has the same problem. And I thought I’d keep her home when I’m on maternity leave. I wonder how long it will take me to change my mind. She’s all “I want O’Donald’s jam on my waffle” and then when I do that, she’s all “Take it off! Take it off! Get the jam off! I don’t like it!”
sometimes there should be a “get out of being Mom” free card .. even if its just for the amount of time they are being un-pleasable
mya has the same issues some days… She asks for waffles, but then want Cheerios when daddy comes downstairs… And I only have that problem on the weekends.. there are some days when i am happy she goes to daycare… I also was thinking about having her home while I am on Mat leave next year, but in order to keep our spot, she will be going 2 days/week…. Hope things got better thru the day
It sounds to me like Lucy is either a)Getting Molars or b)Getting Sick…Deep Breaths
Now that I’ve finally stopped laughing … poor Carly. I’ve had many days like that. Look on the bright side, imagine that x 2 when your second one is born! Yippee two meltdowns for the price of one! Sometimes they feed off each other.
Jennifer’s right, she’s about due for her two year molars if she hasn’t had them already. Those are biggies and can make for a grumpy tot.
Usually when mine get like that I threaten to sell them. Lexy once called me on it though, she said “fine! sell me then!” … how can you win?
calm blue ocean, calm blue ocean…. it’ll pass…
We have MANY days like that… No matter what I do, it’s the wrong thing. The world has come to an end because I shut the car door or opened his yogurt for him. Not enough sleep is certainly one culprit with Eric, but sometimes I have no idea what gets into him.
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