Frustration
I don’t think that I could possibly let you know how completely frustrated I am with that child. The shapoopie. After the 407th time out today, I am about to loose it. He does not care.
For a snack after his nap today, I got a yoplait cup of yogurt. “Put it in a yeddow cup.” I did. “Not a big spoon, an orange spoon.” Yes your majesty. “Sit down.” Of course, where else in the world would I be but sitting across from you watching you smear yogurt all over yourself. I get the first bite ready to enter his wailing and gnashing little mouth. “I’m done.” He did not want yogurt at all. But he especially did not want it sitting next to him if I had not performed several acts of servitude first.
So I get him down, we had two more time outs, and I ask him if he wants to help me vacuum. He does, and he goes to get his vacuum. I almost finish vacuuming the stairs when I have had enough of his crying and whaling over the vacuum. I have to leave. I have barricaded myself in the office and I don’t know if I am ever going to come out. I may just go out the window, jump off the patio and run away.
I was talking to a friend yesterday and it sounds to me like it just gets worse as your kids age. I will forever be Cinderella. And people keep asking me when I am going to have another. The truth is I don’t know if I am ready for the one that I have. It is a challenge everyday.
Also, I don’t like babies that much. If you can believe it, I like the age the Gentry is at right now so much more than when he was a baby. Babies don’t do anything. The reason I have not held your baby is because I have absolutely no desire to. He is cute and I am very glad that you like him. You are darling with him. If I held him and talked to him I would say things like, “Sit up straight!” “Stop drooling!” “Be reasonable!” I just don’t see how a three month old can be any fun. I have held my niece Lilly maybe 4-5 times. Not much. She is not one yet. When she comes to the age to be chased and played with I am sure that I will be doing it all day. I like that so much more.
Isn’t raising a child, like babysitting gone terribly wrong? When are his parents going to come pick him up? I need a break.