Oh my word have we had a week around here. The whining, the crying, the fit throwing have been legendary and Caroline has been even worse.
Nothing like combining a long weekend road trip with a sinus infection and lack of sleep to come up with one bad cocktail. Speaking of which, I could really use one.
Our day started this morning at the most ungodly hour of 5:20 a.m. and I am not kidding when I say that I started crying. Caroline has been such a bear this week that I was hoping for a reprieve until at least 6:30, but no such luck.
So at 5:30, I put her in my bed and spent the next hour listening to her say that she’s thirsty, she needs Ernie, she needs her blanket. These are all things that she would have had access to had she been in her own bed by the way. Finally at 6:30, I turned on Higglytown Heroes and prayed those little Weeble Wobble wannabes would buy me at least another 30 minutes of sleep. Apparently, I was being a huge optimist.
I had agreed to keep Gulley’s boys this morning because she had to take her husband to a doctor’s appointment. Of course I had agreed to this last week when my own child was still a delight to be around the majority of the time and I didn’t have a lingering cold. But that Gulley, she is dependable and showed up bearing donuts, homemade chocolate chip cookies and a gift certificate for a pedicure. For that, I would’ve kept her boys for the whole week or well you know, the day.
Jacks and Will were perfectly pleasant. Will even let me hold him and kiss his little baby fat cheeks which isn’t common for him and just thrilled me.
About mid-morning, Caroline was in full meltdown mode. I sent her to timeout which then caused Will to start crying and then I looked at Jacks and his lip started to tremble as he said, “I just want to go to my house”. And I wanted to say “Yes, please let’s go to your house and leave this crazed, sleep deprived 3 year old here”.
But I didn’t because that would be wrong.
Instead I calmed everybody down and gave them each one of my precious homemade chocolate chip cookies that Gulley brought this morning. I even managed to hold in my rage when I noticed later that one of those cookies had been dropped on the floor with just one bite taken out of it by an unknown perpetrator.
Hopefully we will all get some much needed rest this weekend and life will return to some semblance of normal. I’m hoping this is just the result of Caroline being a tired, sick little girl and not some new personality that is here to stay. She even told me at one point yesterday, “I don’t want God to live in my heart”. I looked at P and said, “Well, congratulations. We’ve raised a 3 year old blasphemer”.
