Queen of Rambles

I’m looking into boarding schools for Erik, but there seems to be a dearth of preschool boarding schools. Dagnabbit. This kid knows how to get on my last nerve. I am so tired of constantly having to play games, talk sweet, and use reverse psychology to get the child to do anything. Is it really so hard to put your clothes on when you need to put them on? Does he really have to run around the house naked, screeching and kicking? Does he really have to stand there and refuse to move when we need to go somewhere? Does he really need to be so danged defiant? I’m exhausted!

Yet, there are times that he’s so sweet it almost makes me cry. Lately he’s been spontaneously saying “Mama, I love you” a whole bunch and he is very affectionate and funny. Except, of course, when I need to go somewhere or do something. He’s got his own agenda and it doesn’t jive with mine.

We had preschool today and he drove me nuts. The teacher had the letters of all their names scattered through out the room and they had to go find them, then spell their name and count all the letters (with lots of help from mom). Erik found his letters easily, but refused to count. Instead, he went over to the snack table and counted the letters for everyone else’s names on their name tags. You guys know I am a perfectionist, right? This drives me INSANE. Just sit there and do it RIGHT for the love of all that is holy!

Not that I let him see this attitude. I try to be patient and calm, but some days it is a big challenge. I’m not exactly known for my patience or my ray of sunshine attitude.

Mike had to go to work tonight, so I got the delightful task of putting the boy to sleep with no help from daddy or the boobies while a thunderstorm raged on. Jumping every time the kid says “I have to poop!” or “I have to pee!” gives them a perfect stalling weapon, but how can you not respond? What if they really do need to poop? In his defense, he did poop both times he used it as a stalling tactic, but it was still driving me batty. He thought he should get to go watch TV while he sat on the potty, but instead I made him sit on the big toilet with just a nightlight on. Maybe if he sees it isn’t fun he won’t start that on a regular basis.

I feel like there’s nothing exciting to write about and no funny stories to share. The gym switched the locker rooms around today so the women’s room could be worked on by male workers, which could lead to a fantastic story of embarrassment and co-ed nudity. Luckily for me, unluckily for you, there were no mix-ups involving hot, sexy men staring at my over sized body. The two urinals were the most exotic things in the locker room, and I hope to live without ever smelling the stench of urinal cakes again.

I guess that means I better shut down the computer and go to bed. It’d be nice to get a good night’s sleep instead of spending my evening staring at the computer screen, waiting for something profound to show up in my e-mail.

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