Boy, did we have ourselves a day around here.
Olive spent a couple hours crying this morning, so I finally put them in the car and got some coffee. She fell asleep quickly, and so did Atticus, but he woke up when I got home. And then he spent the next 2 1/2 hours crying. First over the fact that we were no longer in the car, then he wanted to go to the park, then he wanted to go to daddy's office, then it was because I ate my hotdog. i mean, i've got a little cabin fever too, but come on, bro.
it's hard to stick to what i believe about parenting on these days. when he's falling apart, he needs more of me, not less. but all i want to do is GET AWAY. i don't want to lay down by him, hug him or hold him while he cries and screams. it's loud. i don't want to be patient and understanding when he's completely irrational. but i'm pretty sure both of our lives would have been a lot easier today if i had.
after his fit marathon, he gave me hope again. i was on the phone with david, and i started to cry because i was just so tired and frustrated, and atticus said, "oohh, you're so sad? did you get hurt? where does it hurt? right here? me kiss it?" and then i was really glad that i hadn't completely lost it with him earlier. and i wished i'd been a lot nicer. but i was doing my best. don't you wish that your best was always good enough???
