Just when I decide to adore and cherish every last moment I have with my little boy, he turns into a full-blown two-year-old.
...Going on twenty-five.
Yesterday morning when Max came in my room (ten minutes before my alarm), he said, "Get up, Mom. Get out your bed." I said, "No, Mommy's sleepy." You know what he said? He walked away from me saying, "I don't wuv you, Mommy. I don't wuv you." Then, just for good measure, as he left the room he added, "I don't."
This morning? Same child: "You best friend, Mama."
Every single time I hold one of my three kids (or hug Husband), both of the other children come running up, climbing on me and fighting over who gets to "hold Mom". It was cute for a while, but quite honestly, I am exhausted and these kids are getting really big! They're all elbows and knees now; I'm covered in bruises from this sibling rivalry, and I am not exaggerating when I say this happens EVERY time I attempt to hold one of my children. Someone always ends up crying.
No matter what I do, I can't convince Husband to quit playing the "my mommy" game with Max. How do we play? Well, I sit in the middle of the two of them while they each try to gain possession of Mommy, continually saying, "This is my mommy," "No, she's my mommy," back and forth. I could just scream (and usually do). (This does not help the issue we discussed above.)
To make it all extra fun? No one is cleaning the house, Max has decided his new bedtime is Midnight, and Joshua has been awake puking his guts out for the last four nights. I have absolutely no idea why he's been throwing up, and he's perfectly well again each morning.
I haven't had a bit of sleep. Why am I awake writing this now instead of sleeping? Because Max has taken over my bed, Josh has taken over my couch, and there's no where else to sleep.
Linking up with Yeah Write again this week... even though I can hardly remember my own name! ;)
I am so sorry! Sounds like you are having a hard week! I know what you mean about sibling rivalry though, I am about to turn into my SIL who tells her kids she "doesn't hold kids"!
ReplyDelete"I don't hold kids"! omg That is definitely the laugh I needed tonight, thank you! That's one way to do it!!
DeleteWow, I so have been there and felt that pain. It will pass, but you deserve props for writing through it. We used to have a chair set up in the family room that was ONLY the snuggle chair and if you wanted to hug it out with Momma, you showed up. it was a 2 butt chair, so no interlopers. Worked when I needed it. You do what you gotta do, Erin
ReplyDeleteJust get through the puking, get some sleep and then tackle the other problems. The year between two and three is so exciting in so many ways (I love the language development!) but it's challenging when your sweet baby is suddenly becoming an independent little person. Hang in there, mama!
ReplyDeleteUghhhhhh that sounds so stressful
ReplyDeleteAh the joys of parenting! No sleep, loads of bruises and way too much puke. Hopefully things settle down very soon.
ReplyDeleteJenn
I guess you didn't read that in the fine print when you signed up to be a parent? Ok I didn't read that part too.
ReplyDeleteI hope that things start getting better. I can imagine how stressful it is over yander.xoxo
Oh, dear. You definitely have a very early teenager on your hands! :(
ReplyDeleteUgh. I'm so sorry, this is no fun. The best I can say -- and I know that this is cold comfort -- is that it passes. Nowhere near as quickly as anyone wants it to, but it does!
ReplyDeleteOh no! I'm glad you linked up even if you can hardly remember your name... I hope you get some much needed space and rest! :)
ReplyDeleteOh my...that is a rough spell, one that I can relate to (the puking part anyway). Two going on 25 sounds like my little girl too. Can you imagine when they're teenagers?!! Heaven help the both of us ;)
ReplyDeleteP.S. Hope you get some sleep soon!
I feel your pain and I love that quote. Hope things get better for you guys!
ReplyDeleteoy, good luck with the mommy game. my toddler won't let anyone get within three feet of me, but right now he's the only one i've got... less bruising that way, anyway!
ReplyDeleteKeep swimming! Keep swimming! But, when you see a chance for sleep... take it!
ReplyDeleteRead your comment right when my little one fell asleep... logged off and went to bed right away! :) That's some good advice!
DeleteI hope things get better soon. Four nights of puking is four nights too many. Max sounds adorable though.
ReplyDeletePuking child = two weeks off from cleaning anything more than the puke. And that's a fact.
ReplyDeletehahaha, right?! I completely agree with you!
DeleteYou had me at the opening saying!
ReplyDeleteIn your short piece, you captured so many of the frustrations we feel as moms. I truly feel you pain. My kids do the "my mommy" game, too—they think it's funny, but it's just annoying. And kids always find a way to pierce your heart—both good and bad—in a way that you never see coming. How do they do that? Thank you for being so open and honest.
ReplyDeleteMy brother and I used to play the 'my mommy' game all the time when we were younger. I don't remember it ever resulting in bruises though...I'll have to ask mom about that one.
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