{"id":132,"date":"2009-05-07T20:40:00","date_gmt":"2009-05-07T20:40:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tessa.datdec.com\/wordpress\/?p=132"},"modified":"2009-05-07T20:40:00","modified_gmt":"2009-05-07T20:40:00","slug":"worst-parenting-day-ever","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/familyblog.datdec.com\/?p=132","title":{"rendered":"Worst parenting day EVER"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote the following, on paper, this<br \/>\n    morning while trying to tune out my life. I debated all<br \/>\n    afternoon about posting it and finally decided to go ahead and<br \/>\n    do it. It&#8217;s not pretty, I&#8217;ll warn you now. Those of you who&#8217;ve<br \/>\n    been there will probably laugh at me, and those who haven&#8217;t<br \/>\n    will probably reconsider ever having a 4yr old!<br \/><u><\/u><\/p>\n<blockquote style=\"font-style: \n<p>     italic;\"><u>Anger<\/u><br \/>I think I was<br \/>\n    angrier at Lex this morning than I&#8217;ve ever been. Not<br \/>\n    out-of-control-kicking-and-screaming angry (that came later!),<br \/>\n    just calm, deep anger. It scared me.<\/p>\n<p>For<br \/>\n    the past few weeks (two, maybe three) we&#8217;ve been having a fight<br \/>\n    almost every morning. Lex will lose control for one reason or<br \/>\n    another (today it was because he didn&#8217;t get the music he<br \/>\n    wanted), he&#8217;ll start crying and getting physical, I (or Alan)<br \/>\n    will put him in his room and we&#8217;ll proceed to spend a long time<br \/>\n    (over an hour one day!) holding his door closed. Eventually he<br \/>\n    will settle down, but not until after a ton of tears, beating<br \/>\n    on the door, and throwing random things around his room. It&#8217;s<br \/>\n    miserable for everyone. Alan suggested getting a lock on the<br \/>\n    door, but I think he&#8217;ll just pull it out. We need to find a<br \/>\n    better way to deal with this. Right now I feel like we&#8217;re<br \/>\n    paying full attention to the fussing kid and ignoring poor Eve,<br \/>\n    who is acting very sweet. Then he bounces back and is happy and<br \/>\n    ready to play, but Alan and I feel exhausted and beat down, and<br \/>\n    all I want to do is tune them out, which probably doesn&#8217;t<br \/>\n    help.<\/p>\n<p>This morning Eve asked to listen<br \/>\n    to a specific CD. When I started to put it on Lex decided he<br \/>\n    wanted a different one, then got angry and threw the CD and a<br \/>\n    book at me! The other morning he threw wooden train tracks at<br \/>\n    the TV!!! After a while in the office (Alan was sleeping and I<br \/>\n    was trying not to wake him&#8230; no luck) with me holding the door<br \/>\n    closed, he settled down enough that we could go out to Eve&#8217;s<br \/>\n    swimming lesson. Sadly, when we got there and I tried to check<br \/>\n    him in to the childcare room he threw another huge fit. We<br \/>\n    discussed it the whole way over and he knew that was the plan<br \/>\n    because fussy boys don&#8217;t get to swim. I was so angry that we<br \/>\n    were still fighting, and in public this time, but mostly<br \/>\n    because Eve had to miss her lesson (that she LOVES and we<br \/>\n    already paid for) and I didn&#8217;t feel like there was anything I<br \/>\n    could do about it. Can&#8217;t leave a kicking and screaming kid with<br \/>\n    the nice lady in the play room, as much as I would have liked<br \/>\n    to!! Eve was super sweet and didn&#8217;t fuss, but it still isn&#8217;t<br \/>\n    fair to her. When we got home I put him upstairs and was hugely<br \/>\n    relieved that he settled down and didn&#8217;t continue to fight. We<br \/>\n    often can&#8217;t leave him alone up there because he&#8217;ll throw things<br \/>\n    down the stairs and climb the gate. Today he fussed a bit, but<br \/>\n    was mostly calm. I left him up there for about 40 minutes while<br \/>\n    I tried to pay Eve some good attention, though I really just<br \/>\n    wanted to eat blueberry muffins and lose myself in my computer<br \/>\n    or a good book!<\/p>\n<p>I think a big part of<br \/>\n    the problem is his diet. He doesn&#8217;t eat much, but what he does<br \/>\n    eat is mainly bagels and crackers. A carboholic after my own<br \/>\n    heart. He&#8217;ll sometimes eat sunflower or soy butter sandwiches,<br \/>\n    often dried fruit, and lots of milk and oatmeal. I tell myself<br \/>\n    it&#8217;s ok because it&#8217;s not junk food, but I think he may need<br \/>\n    more fruits and veggies and probably more food in general. It&#8217;s<br \/>\n    hard to get him to sit still and eat, he just bounces around<br \/>\n    and plays. I want to duct tape him (both of them, really) into<br \/>\n    his chair until he eats a reasonable amount of healthy<br \/>\n    food!<\/p>\n<p>Now for the mommy guilt. I&#8217;ve<br \/>\n    started job hunting. Mostly because we need money, but part of<br \/>\n    me wonders if I&#8217;m just sick of my kids and, if so, what kind of<br \/>\n    mom does that make me?!? They are both full of crazy these days<br \/>\n    and &#8220;why, why, why&#8221; and Lex is soooo argumentative and having<br \/>\n    trouble grasping the fact that you don&#8217;t always get what you<br \/>\n    want. He is also very strong and getting more and more<br \/>\n    physical, lots of pushing, hitting, throwing, etc. I know these<br \/>\n    are all normal and healthy developmental stages, but I feel<br \/>\n    like a crazy person lately. Why!?!! I want to be a stronger,<br \/>\n    better mother, but I also want to curl up in a hole and check<br \/>\n    out for a few days. We just need more stability around here.<br \/>\n    And sanity. Next post will be happier, I<br \/>\n    promise.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The rest of my day<br \/>\n    included a huge fight at &#8220;quiet&#8221; time with poor Eve falling<br \/>\n    asleep to a royal rumble outside her door. He managed to calm<br \/>\n    down and stay in my room just long enough for me to get a<br \/>\n    shower, then they were both up again. I got a break in the<br \/>\n    afternoon because I put in a movie for them to watch. Then<br \/>\n    dinner, bath (relatively fight-free) and another brawl at<br \/>\n    bedtime. I really need to get control of my own anger. And more<br \/>\n    sleep.<\/p>\n<p>I think our problem is<br \/>\n    three-fold. 1) Diet 2) The fact that we have no safe space to<br \/>\n    put him when he has a tantrum 3) Just his age. I think we can<br \/>\n    address 1) and 2) and I guess we&#8217;ll just have to wait out 3).<br \/>\n    It occurred to me this afternoon that this is nowhere in this<br \/>\n    entire house that I can put him, mid tantrum, and just walk<br \/>\n    away. He can open all of the doors, climbs the baby gate at the<br \/>\n    top of the stairs, and I found out this evening that he can<br \/>\n    open the baby gate at the top of the stairs! So when he&#8217;s<br \/>\n    having a meltdown there is no where I can put him and walk away<br \/>\n    myself, just to get a break. I have to remain involved in the<br \/>\n    tantrum, thereby raising my anger levels and ignoring Eve. My<br \/>\n    love for him is so strong and it scares me that my anger can be<br \/>\n    just as strong. I feel like all of my parenting knowledge and<br \/>\n    skill just melts away.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I have a<br \/>\n    ton of Pampered Chef stuff to do and a very messy house, but I<br \/>\n    think I&#8217;m going to bed early tonight. I feel like I&#8217;ve been run<br \/>\n    over by a truck!<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-style: italic;\">PS. Ironically, my friend sent<br \/>\n    me this today: <\/span><a style=\"font-style: italic;\" href=\"http:\/\/news.cnnbcvideo.com\/?nid=reUoT0JGpl061KsE6i7a0zQ0OTMyMTk-&amp;referred_by=15120513-gIETNOx&amp;p=moveon\">&#8220;Tessa<br \/>\n    Johnson Announced as 2009 Mother of the<br \/>\n    Year.&#8221;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I wrote the following, on paper, this morning while trying to tune out my life. I debated all afternoon about posting it and finally decided to go ahead and do it. It&#8217;s not pretty, I&#8217;ll warn you now. 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