Joe and I have experienced a few moments during the past week where we’ve been in such hair-pulling situations with the boys that we’ve just had to laugh.
Like last week. Dinner is challenging enough for two working parents. Now that it’s nice outside, we’re lucky to get dinner on the table before 6:45. The boys just want to be outside all evening (it’s light until 8pm now; 10pm in the summer) and by the time we drag them inside and actually cook something, well…
On Monday I got home late from a meeting and Joe was busy trying to get dinner on the table. As usual, by the time we sit down for dinner, I am freaking famished. I’m always hungry but I’m particularly hungry at dinnertime. We start to put Ash in his chair but he out-of-nowhere insists on having milk before dinner. I tell him “no, we’re not having milk now, it’s dinnertime.” And he proceeds to have a hysterical meltdown, push his highchair tray away and refuse to eat anything. While I’m trying to get a few forkfuls of dinner into my mouth, I hear Austin say,”I don’t want that plate!”
Joe: We only have a few of your plates left since that other one cracked.
Austin: What cracked plate? I want to see it.
Where is it? I want to see it!
Austin, that was a long time ago. We threw that plate away, buddy.
But I want to see it!
Austin, I’m so sorry, but it’s not here anymore. The garbage man took it away with the garbage.
No, get it back! I want to see it! (now in hysterical tears)
This is how Austin has meltdowns. He’s never had an actual tantrum, he just fixates on something AND CANNOT. LET. IT. GO.
I’m sure my mama remembers the black bean incident at the airport. Anyway.
So now, Joe and I are just trying to eat some dinner and this is what we hear in tandem:
“MAMAAAAAAA! Milk! MAMAAAAAA! Milk!” (add hysterical crying and giant tears)
“But I want to see the broken plate!” No exaggeration he said this AT LEAST forty-seven times + (add an extremely whiny tone and tears of exhaustion)
So Joe and I just looked at each other and started laughing. I think I ended up cracking up uncontrollably for about 30 seconds because it was the only way I could deal with the situation.
And then today. At Costco.
Austin decides he thinks it’s going to be fun to open every freezer case and put his hand inside to feel the cold. So, naturally, Ash tries to do the same but he’s a hair’s width from slamming his finger in the door every time.
Austin, we’re done with the doors.
Because. Ash is going to get his fingers slammed.
(Sound of Austin opening the doors again).
Austin, we’re all done.
(Sound of Austin opening the doors again).
Ok, into the cart for both of you. Luckily Costco has the double child grocery carts.
Now they’re both sitting in the cart crying (for different reasons), and we’re those people who have 2 crying kids at Costco.
Again, Joe and I turn to each other and wonder, “Why did we think it would be a good idea to bring them both to Costco?!”
Also – side note – if you ever see a person who has filth and goo all over their clothes and you think to yourself, “hmm, I wonder why that person didn’t wear clean clothes today?”
I took a shower and put on clean clothes today (which believe me is a WIN in itself), but by the time I got home from Costco, you’d think I’d been through the ringer and back with Ash’s boogers all over my sleeves and pizza on my shirt and pants. I really tried to look decent.
I do this at work, too. Sometimes I show up at work thinking, “oh yeah, I look pretty good today!” And then I go into the bathroom with florescent lighting and realize that I am a hot mess with goop on my sleeves, mismatched clothing and bags under my eyes. Ahhhhhh. Parenthood.
On a different note, our neighborhood rocks.
The one thing we missed about leaving the family housing area was the insta-community with all of the families with kids.
We’re realizing that we have the same thing in our new neighborhood since there are about 10 boys under 5 years old within spitting distance, a smattering of girls (mostly older girls who are aspiring babysitters) and cool parents. The past few days have been spent rotating through different neighbors’ yards with bikes, grills, balls and community after a LONG winter.
And they understand our dinner and Costco woes.