So, I got this idea from Michele at Finding Trinity. Let's all vent our freak outs for Freak Out Fridays!!
So, my goodness, I didn't think I would survive yesterday. I'll call it Toddler Terrors Thursday, or TTT.
TTT was not pretty. It is amazing how far a toddler can push you over your limits of sanity. Just give you a little push with that chubby little pointer finger and you go flying over the edge. He is only 17 months old! How does he make me crazy?
I was trying to get ready to go to the grocery store - you know at least brush my hair and my teeth so I don't look like a total over-tired, overwhelmed, mommy cliche - and my son was in the bathroom with me playing with the bar of soap from the bathtub.
He looked up at me and said, "Uh-oooooh" because he got soap all over his fingers. So, I took the bar of soap away from him and picked him up to leave the bathroom with me.
Apparently, making him leave the bathroom and the soap was like making him leave his two best friends. He became so angry that he grabbed a handful of my right cheek, and with his other hand, grabbed a handful of my hair, and he pulled and twisted with all his might. Um, ouch. It hurt! I screamed in pain, put him down, and told him, "No, you do not treat mommy like that. We don't pinch and hit other people. Hitting hurts." I'm pretty sure all he heard was, "Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."
I continued to get ready in our bedroom (I had to rinse the soap out of my hair that he smeared in with his little death grip) when all of a sudden I heard what sounded like the dog food spilling on the floor. I ran into the kitchen to find that he had dumped out the dog's water and then dumped out the dog food all over the floor. And he was jumping around in the water and splashing like he was at a water park.
He knows better than to play with the dogs' dishes! But he was mad and doing everything in his power to find things to do that he isn't supposed to do.
Ugh! So, I cleaned and mopped the kitchen, while my son lay crying on the floor because I wouldn't let him play with the mop. Still no grocery store.
Immediately after this, a piece of my son's sippy cup came off, unbeknownst to me, so that he was able to dump out the contents. And he did. Watered down orange juice all over the living room floor. He laughed and laughed. Super.
More mopping. Still no grocery store.
Then, he found a crayon. I don't know where he found it. Who knows? I think he has a stash somewhere of things he isn't supposed to play with without supervision.
I found him drawing all over the back door (it is glass, thank goodness), after he had already drawn on the TV screen. When I told him, "No," he ran off and started drawing on the washing machine. When I ran over to him to take the crayon from him, he stuck it in his mouth and bit a piece of it off. Thank you Crayola for non-toxic crayons.
He pushed my limits all morning. He cried, I cried, he laughed, I don't remember thinking any of it was funny, and we never went anywhere. All of my energy was gone. So, we ate lunch, I put him to bed and we both took a nap!
For dinner, I tried to feed him something new: salmon, steamed potatoes and apples. He spit all three of them out and we had to resort back to fish sticks and baked fries. I don' t think he will ever eat anything but fish sticks and chicken nuggets.
So, this was my edition of Freak Out Friday. And...I made my goal of posting everyday for a whole work week! Yay! It actually wasn't that hard! The only problem was that I was so busy writing posts in my limited spare time, that I didn't get to read many of yours!! I need to catch up!
What was your freak out this week?