Read along and laugh at my ridiculous account of raising two children in suburbia as I try to do it all. I will try to take you away from your daily woes with laughter and sarcasm, and show you all the times we've "nailed it" as a family unit. Disclaimer: No children or animals were injured in the writing of this blog....yet.
5.11.2009
Do 3 year olds have 'Roid Rages?
Today was the day from Hell. We've all had them before; the days when we look at our husbands as they come through the door, their face saying "I just got my ass handed to me all day at the office, can you just not speak to me right now, " and we shout "Oh, thank God you're home, blah, blah, blah...I'm outta here" days. T0day was one of those days. The Dad came home and I slipped out to have some wine with The Friends/Neighbors. As I took the glass of wine, hands still trembling with fury, I admitted to them that The Boy has finally broke me. In his three short years on earth he has absorbed enough information to develop the skill set to push every button I have, and then when I'm out of buttons; he shoves his foot up my ass! The Boy said the word 'No' 400 times today; there were four kicks, three punches, and what I'm pretty sure was a foriegn gesture for "I got your time out right here, bitch." I haven't seen anything like this from him, ever, and just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, he picked up a toy stroller over his head and chucked it across the playroom. Then it dawned on me; he was a tiny Bruce Banner and was having hulk-a-riific 'roid rages. (I'm not sure what Motts is adding to their juice, but it's called 'Juice' for a reason!) It was ridiculous. At times, I wanted to rip his head off, and at other times I was just laughing at how ludicrous this day was going. I was also giggling because when I hear the word 'roid, I think of butts. hee hee hee. Nothing like some 10 year old potty humor to make me feel young again. So, if you're a follower of the blog, you may be thinking to yourself, "why haven't you tried the world renowned Empty Threat technique on him?" Well, sadly to say, he may be the exception to the rule. I'm pretty sure when I threatened to rip off his butt cheeks and glue them to his face so he can taste his farts that I took it to a new level of absurdity; and that was that. At least I have some hope with The Girl, whom I'm sure is watching and taking all this in for future reference. Can't wait until I get beaten by her. Who ever said Sumo Wrestlers are a dying breed have obviously not met The Girl. Chins up Mom, tomorrow is a new day!
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