I feel like we just barely got past Gabe's screaming antics, and now we're getting it from Dante. And did you know how much fun it is to have screaming contests? Gabe and Dante do.
It's been one of those days. And the weather isn't helping - pouring rain, which means we're trapped inside.
Oh well - they can't all be super fantastic blissfully happy days, so this was bound to happen. And it really hasn't been that bad, but I'm just feeling very irritable and short-tempered today, so even the smallest things are driving me batty. Like the fact that the already-exhausted-because-he-woke-up-so-early Gabe is now up in his room playing, instead of napping.
I already went up and told him that he could play, but that he needed to stay in his bed and play quietly. His response - "It's too hard for me to play in my bed."
We went to the gym this morning, and then storytime, and all of that went ok. Storytime was about the same as the last time we went - Dante squirmed and fussed a bit, but as long as I was holding him, he seemed ok. And Gabe was a little distracted at first, but after a few minutes, he got into it and was doing all the songs and rhymes. As I said last time, I'm glad it's a short storytime, because we're barely making it through the 20 minutes; I don't think we'd last if it was much longer than that.
The problems began when we went to get books and movies. Gabe did ok picking stuff out, but Dante was getting increasingly fussy, and I had to hold him. Keep in mind I had already been holding him for a good 20 minutes by this time. So I continued to lug him around while Gabe picked out a few things, and then we went to check out our stuff, and that's when things unraveled.
Dante was crying - even with me holding him, and even with his pacifier in his mouth. Gabe was walking around grabbing things he shouldn't have been grabbing (one of which was a can of Lysol spray, which, in his defense, I really don't think they should have just sitting out in the CHILDREN'S room of the library!), then he managed to grab my wallet and pulled out two gift cards, which he almost lost, then Dante spotted my cell phone and began shrieking, and wouldn't stop until I gave it to him, then Gabe bolted out of the room, so I had to go running after him and bring him back..... it was not pretty. And of course it was right after storytime, so there were tons of other moms there, and I felt like everyone in the room was looking at me and thinking "wow, she has NO control over her kids whatsoever."
But then again, we've all been there, right?
RIGHT????
Sigh.
It was just a bit of a rough morning. And even before we had left the house this morning, Gabe had pushed Dante, so he was sitting in a timeout, and I had the timeout chair facing the corner. So when the timer went off, I went over to get him, and I pulled the chair away from the corner so he could get out, not realizing that he was perched right on the edge, so that when I pulled the chair, he tumbled backwards and hit his head on the floor. Boy, did that make me feel terrible. Even though it wasn't my fault, and we've told him a hundred million gazillion times to NOT sit on chairs like that...... it still made me feel terrible.
T.G.I.F.
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