My toddler. My energetic, joyous, loving, and extremely sweet toddler. I love him more than words can describe.
This energetic, joyous, loving, and extremely sweet toddler can drive me utter bananas sometimes. Yes, I know it is all part of being a parent but still the chaos at times can, well, cause temporary insanity.
Yesterday evening, he had an “explosion.” Teeth are coming in so this is normal, I understand. But, my energetic, joyous, loving, and extremely sweet toddler decided he was going to dig his hands in the mess and then roll around on the bed.
I still kick myself for stating, “Oh, we’ll never need a changing table.” Yeah, right.
Anyhoot, I clean him, strip the soiled bedding, and prepare a bath for him. He acts like a crazed sea creature once I place him into the tub, sending water all over me and the floor with his manic splashing. He is out and I am preparing to place a diaper on him when he decides to aim and fire! All over me and all over the clean quilt on the bed. Sigh.
I want to cry but I suck it up like a big girl and begin putting fresh linen on the bed while my energetic, joyous, loving, and extremely sweet toddler gets to everything in my room: pulling clothes off hangers, stuff out of drawers, and items off of shelves.
He is still learning so I grant a few stern, “Noes” and place him outside of our room.
Chores are done, bed is made, and I am getting ready to sit down to relax with a cool glass of root beer. My husband and I begin talking about the other plans we have for the yard when my energetic, joyous, loving, and extremely sweet toddler waltzes over and drops the DVD remote control into my cool glass of root beer. Yep! Needless to say, I was not happy.
To add to this, he fought sleep until 9:30 pm and then was up past midnight because he had trouble falling back to sleep (which rarely happens) and wanted to “play.” Mommy doesn’t think so, bud.
It’s 2:45 pm and I still feel like Zombie Mommy or a Mombie.
Oh, and I am out of caffeine and chocolate.