Before I became a mom I had all these visions in my head on what it was going to be like. With the first one, I had her on all organic baby food and had to do everything “perfect” and “by the book”.
Fast forward 6 years. I have an almost 2 year old and he is my most difficult child yet. We were at a wrestling tournament yesterday, if you’ve ever been to one you know how crowded, hot, and loud they get to be. I had to take 4 of the kids myself. So I had an 8 year old wrestler, 6 year old wrestler, an almost 2 year old, and an almost 1 year old. MYSELF.
I had to get up at 3am so I could make sure we had everything packed and to get myself and all 4 kids out the door by 5am. I crushed it. We were already on the road by 5. I was feeling pretty darn proud of myself.
Until we get there. I get all the kids inside, get the older two all ready to wrestle. I was trying to keep track of all the bout numbers so I knew when they needed to go down to the mats a round or two ahead of time. Then my 6 year old wouldn’t go down without me so I’d have to walk him down there and stay with him until he was done with his round. I have my almost one year old climbing all over me but he wasn’t too bad. I could deal with that. But my almost two year old is a different story. He can throw fits like it’s nobody’s business and HE DOESN’T STOP. He can go for hours and hours and hours and there is not a thing you can do about it. Half the time I don’t think he even knows what he’s throwing the fit for! He decided to throw one of these fits here. He kept trying to take off and I wouldn’t let him and he wanted his sippy and when I would give it to him he would throw it. Give him a toy, he threw it. Tried holding him and playing with him and that didn’t work. I tried several more things and nothing would work. So I decided to just make sure he stayed in our row but other than that I was going to ignore his fit. Of course everyone is staring at me and my son who is letting out blood curdling screams. I just wanted to say “YES, I KNOW HE’S SCREAMING! WHY DON’T YOU COME SEE IF YOU CAN DO ANY BETTER!” But, I just smiled. Luckily my sister showed up later on and was a HUGE help with the kids.
Shortly later I was getting frustrated with him because he was shaking his Cheerios out all over the floor. All the sudden he gets quiet. I look down and he’s eating the Cheerios off he floor. But hey, he’s cleaning up the mess AND stopped screaming. Go for it dude.
The man in the row across from me says, “Uh, he’s eating food off the floor!” All I could say was, “Yeah, yesterday he scrubbed the toilet with the toilet brush and then licked the bristles. So this is nothing to me.” I wish that was a lie, but it actually happened.
No I am not perfect, I am THAT Mom that is so exhausted of fighting her kid that she lets him eat Cheerios off the floor in a public place. But he’s alive, happy, healthy, and loved and I got a few moments of sanity. So that’s ok.
PS: The kids kicked butt in their tourney. Here’s a picture of them and their medals with my sister.