Now with more ramble
So tired. Very, very tired. I went against my husband’s direct orders and went to BodyPump today. Really, the option was kill myself at BodyPump or kill my child at home. The boy is driving me mad. Mad I tell you! Doesn’t help that my period is due any second, though I don’t know precisely which second since I haven’t been charting this month. It’s hard to chart when you have a fever. It’s even harder to chart when your thermometer disappears. I only truly charted for one month, but it’s amazing how addictive it is to know exactly what your hormones are doing. This month I’m lost in the dark again.
I went really easy at BP, but I was still shaking by the time I was done. During the cool down at the end I couldn’t even lift my legs up to roll my ankles around and do all those stretches you are supposed to do. Maybe I should listen to my husband once in a while, eh?
This evening we went over to my friend’s community pool for a little picnic and swimming. I am Grouch Monster of the World so it wasn’t all that fun. I spent two hours yelling at Erik. I hate being a yell-y parent. It’s not easy when he is a typical three year old and doesn’t get the no running rule. He thinks it is hilarious to throw water at other people and steal toys from babies. Gah! His behavior has been driving me over the edge for the past three weeks.
I have gotten a lot tougher on the “eat real food before treats” bit. I always had the best of intentions. My kid wasn’t going to eat sugar until the first grade! My baby was fed homemade organic baby food. My toddler ate every thing we ate, including lots of fresh fruits and veggies. His first sugar experience was his first birthday. His second sugar experience was. . . I don’t even know. Quite possibly his second birthday.
As soon as he learned how to talk it was all down hill. I didn’t have much capacity to say no. More like I didn’t have much capacity to listen to whining. Mistakes were made. Lots of mistakes. Not only food mistakes. Sleep mistakes. Weaning mistakes. Lots and lots of mistakes. Live and learn, right?
But now I am hell bent to correct some of these food mistakes. I am holding firm. The boy is actually getting the message and eating his nuggets and pasta without too much of a fight. Of course, as soon as he’s done he brings me the empty plate and says “Ice cream.” I am also working on the one word commands from the little dictator. I’m making him say “Mommy, may I have some ice cream, please?” He generally gets “Mommy, ice cream please?” and that’s good enough for now, but I am sick and tired of the one word commands. I have always corrected him, of course, but would be up and moving before the “please” was out of his mouth. Now I sit until I get something more polite from his mouth.
And with that I am going to bed! I ran out of sleeping pills last night, horrors! I am one tired mama today. I’ve been staying up late, watching the BBC version of Life on Mars that Mike got me for my birthday. I’m really enjoying it, but is sure is different from the US version. I think I’m glad I saw the US version first since it was the knock off. Personally, I liked the US version better, but that’s because I don’t like things that are too serious. The US version is much more fun and light hearted. The BBC version is very dark and serious. Good. But serious. And I am not a serious person. I’m pretty depressed because I know how it is going to end and it’s going to make me cry. I’m glad the US version had a happy ending. I’m a sucker for happy endings.
I feel like I am rambling on and on and on and have no idea what I am saying. Another sign I should lock my fingers in a cupboard and get my butt in bed.