My precious child really had me on my toes yesterday, starting at about 4am.
I have no idea what woke him- but at 4am he was up and about. I told him to go back to bed, and got yelled at that he was awake and may as well get dressed- and promptly went and switched on lights and stuff like it was time to get up. I raised my voice a tad and told him to switch off the lights and go back to bed.
When I woke him properly at 5h45 I got shat on because he hadn’t slept well! I bit my tongue. Then he went to the lounge, turned on the radio and turned it up. I said to turn it down. He yelled again. “WHY?! IT’S NOT BOTHERING ANYONE!!” So I said to switch it off. This sent him stomping off to his room after he nearly disintegrated the power button on the mini hi-fi he pushed it so hard. I then called out and asked if he’d had his meds and brushed his teeth.
I got yelled at again.
Then he announced he was not going to school and I should go about my day “…go to work and all that shit…” and he’d stay home. More foot stomping now accentuated by door slamming. I called through the door… from the living room… that he had an exam to write and couldn’t stay home.
When he emerged from his room I suggested that he may not get to go to the party he wants to go to tonight if he continued to behave like he was. That was the last straw for him! He flipped and stormed out of the door saying he’d meet me at the car.
It was then 6h08. We usually leave at 6h25.
Damien just LOVES pushing my buttons. He loves getting a reaction out of me. I try not to give in and yell and throw my toys out of the cot… but I only have so much patience. And we both want to be right and we both have to have the last word. And of course having spent the last 17 years together with pretty much just the two of us we know each other almost too well. And everyone around us can see how he goads me… it’s so ridiculously obvious!
When I am with my Glugs, he simply squeezes my hand or my leg when Damien starts in on me and it’s kinda like putting on the brakes a little, so instead of reacting I keep quiet and things will calm down immediately.
I do so adore that man.
So yesterday, when Damien slammed the front door, I woke my sweet Glugs up so I could whine about how Damien was being nasty to me again.
I wish I could have mastered the parenting art of not reacting to every rolled eye and “SO??!” and dragging lip and door slam and “FINE!!” and foot stomp.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.