The trusty husband called tonight and the first words out of his mouth were, “you sound tired.” Uh huh. You could say that.
I thought today was going to be a shining example of how I could get my shit together and be a big girl. Despite the fact that I didn’t sleep I was summoned to my child’s room, not by the sound of him flailing about wildly in his bed nor the sound of him jumping like it was a jumperoo, but by my sweet baby calling, “mama.” Ahh. I think the heavens opened up and I may have farted a rose petal or two.
The child let me work for a few hours this morning and we took a nice trip to the fabric store. He didn’t screech through the whole store and he didn’t threaten to rip my arm off if I didn’t give him a cracker right then and there. He didn’t even ask for a cracker. WTF?
He went down for a nap peacefully and he was a total angel while waiting in line at the post office. He and I both gave another mother in line stink eye for letting her children run amuck in said post office.
I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day. That is until we had “outside time” this afternoon. The boy likes to pretend to wash his hands and hair. This is a typical game for him. What makes this afternoon’s activity different is he did it while sitting in the dirt. Then he decided now was the time he would try picking his nose.
If this were not enough he then figured out that the recent rain had filled his little swimming pool with just enough water to make for a great makeshift baptismal font. His “Grandma” Jan taught him all about using the font water for baptizing and now he thinks any open water is an excuse to baptize himself and anyone in a twelve block radius. Of course dirty hands and water just make for one muddy kid. Ok no so much muddy as really dirty. That was the best shot I could get of him. When I took the diaper off later the whole thing was filled with dirt.
I have no problem with the child getting dirty. He’s a boy. That’s his job. But what sent me over the edge was I hand crafted a delicious pizza for us to feast on. No, this wasn’t some take it out of the freezer pizza. I made this sucker from scratch. He took 3 bites and chucked it at me. Little pecker. I tried to give it back and he did it again. Then he proceeded to whine, cry and scream at me for the next hour.
However, I will take that one hour of screaming any day for the “bed time” I got tonight. I bathed the child, I put the PJs on the child, I read the child the story and then gently rocked him…. TO SLEEP! To sleep. You hear that you man that left me here alone. To sleep!
Just for that triumph you get more boy cuteness.
And this is his “School Bus.” Otherwise known as what he was doing while I was talking on the phone to Margaret the other night. Please note the Curious George sitting in the “school bus” with him. Someone always has to right the school bus with him.