One of Those Days

Fuss fuss fuss fuss. Time for a nap. I pick him up and put him in his crib. It is 1:15 PM. One hour later he is still hopping and talking and yelling. I trudge down the hall to his room and am greeted by the smell of stankiness. Out of bed, diaper change, and he can watch the end of Baby Animals on the Farm that his brother is absorbed in.

Fuss fuss fuss screech. Back into bed. It is 2:40 PM. I give him diluted juice to make him happy and close the door. He wails a bit and then the screaming at the top of his lungs begins after the wailing doesn’t work. This is not the norm for my child-son. He’s overtired. I crankily turn off the monitor in our bedroom, but the din drifts down the hall…and keeps on going. Finally I decide that he sounds almost hysterical, so I go back into his room and crawl into his crib with him. After he settles down a bit, he begins hyper jumps up and down in the crib, giggling.

Sigh.

Now we’re both out of the crib. Mommy gives up. Child-son hurtles down the hall. Mommy heaves another tired sigh. She needs a break from this child. Child-son goes outside after screeching for his clothes to be removed so he can get in the kiddie pool. He plays for a while in the sandbox, and then drives the Tonka dump truck around.

Now it is 3:14 PM. Child is screaming at the top of his lungs because Tonka truck will not drive itself up the stairs. He throws himself backwards in the grass, his yelling renewed when he bangs his head on the ground. Wails wails wails screeeeeeeechhh. Mommy has had ENOUGH.

It is now 3:38 PM. Child-son is again doing his verging-on-hysteria screams in his soft padded crib in his dimly lit room, which he has been doing since his deposit there 15 minutes ago. Mommy is huddled in her chair, grimly clutching her sanity to her chest while staring blindly at the wall. She cannot think or do anything remotely meaningful until there is sleepy quiet emanating from child-son’s room. She has a lot to do because her family is traveling again in 2 days. Mostly she just wants to crawl under the covers and sleep off a busy previous week, and not deal with the needy offspring contained in her home, the eldest of which has done his own share of screeching this morning for various and sundry reasons. Other child-son is currently busy crashing his toy cars together and having conversation with them.

It is 3:57 PM. Child is asleep (at the hour he normally wakes from his nap with a cheery chirp), with only sad post-screaming hiccups issuing through the monitor, making Mommy feel vaguely sad herself. Well, the happy fest will begin again in just an hour and a half when the Mommy wakes her child prematurely from his nap because she wants him to go to sleep before 11 PM.

I think I might go bang my head against the wall now.

(Elvida, this one’s for you. Enjoy your quiet crab eating. :) )