Help with My Rough Day

I am so glad you posted this I was having one of those days myself:

we went out to this winter fest tree festival in the morning were my 3yr old daughter became extremely overwhelmed by the lights and music and Christmas trees plus she saw santa and was very excited about that well as we are leaving my friend and I have this brilliant idea to go to Applebees for lunch where the service is awful and we are waiting for a really long time to just get our drinks so my daughter begins bouncing all over the place crawling under the table and eventually laying on the seat kicking me so I grab her by her upper arms and stearnly tell her to behave and as I'm doing this she kisses my nose and giggles and the last thing I want to do is laugh but it was difficult not to so after we leave there I am sure she is going to fall asleep so I pick up my mom and we go for a long car ride to a bedroom store thinking she will fall asleep but no she doesn't instead she decides to tuck herself in to nearly every bed in the store so I am running after her remaking all the beds trying not to fall asleep then we go to lowes where we talk her into sitting in her stroller but she soon decides she wants to walk and jumps out of the stroller that she is strapped into and ijust flips inside out and she begins screaming about it as we are leaving the store I buy her a hotdog and she finally fell asleep while eating it she actually had it up to her lips while she was sleeping but I finally got some peace for a couple of hours.

so thank you because some of these stories have made me laugh out loud

Oh boy! lock up the paint pens and sharpies in my house..
my son found a paint pen and was so excited to show us the big screen tv and hard wood floors along with the speakers had all been beautifully decorated!! None of it will come off..

A year earlier my daughter was at the same age, she found the sharpie and colored all over the hard woods, walls, doors in our hallway..none of which would come out either!!

And since I didn't learn my lesson. I gave them markers just recently with boxes and told my almost 3 and 4 year old to ONLY COLOR ON THE BOXES!! not the floor!! or anything else for that matter.. I stupidly walked away.. and they came running up to me asking for a bath..since they colored themselves from head to toe with marker.. not to mention the floor... NEVER WALK AWAY!! LOL...

My son a few months ago was against me in potty training so I took his diaper off in hopes he'd run to the toilet.. NOPE!!
I walked into the living room with a huge stench in the air.. he was "ice skating" all over the hard woods in his poop!!
that was fun to clean up!!

We all have wonderful days!! :)

I also have a disability (Charcot Marie Tooth Disease).

My "rough day" story: We had moved to a new city and had no family or friends anywhere nearby. I was pregnant and wearing a big boot cast on my foot. Then, my two year old snatched something he wasn't supposed to have and darted out of the back door into the (fenced) back yard. He flat-out ignored my demands that he come back inside, so I had to go out and get him and the figurine. It took me twenty minutes of limping and lumbering around the back yard to corner and catch him. (Once I took the figurine back from him, he trotted right back into the house.)

I was completely exhausted and flopped down on the couch to rest. About fifteen minutes later, I heard "uh oh" from my son. I called to him to tell me what was "uh oh," but he said "nuthin' mama. I fixin' it." Obviously, this is NOT a good sign.

I hefted myself up and waddled to the bathroom to find that he'd tried to use the potty but had missed the bowl. (And I'm not talking about urine, here.) To make matters worse, he had gotten a big bath towel and had tried to "clean" the mess. This, of course, smeared it ALL over. I thanked him for trying to help clean it, and told him that this was a job for a grown up.

I transferred the towel to the washing machine (which, of course, was all the way on the other side of the house) and got to work cleaning the bathroom.

While I was cleaning the bathroom, my son drug a dining room chair into the kitchen so he could reach the microwave. He put an unopened can of soda into the microwave and was trying to start it when I stopped him. THAT could have been bad.

That night I had my husband move all of the dining room chairs (and all of the other furniture that my son could move and climb on) into the garage. He also child-proofed the sliding glass door.

Wow. That was an awful day. It was just one where I wanted to sit down and cry. But we got through it, and now (two years later) I can laugh about what a circus that day was!

That's so normal. Saturday I wanted to stamp my kids' butts and send them off to Timbuktu. Sunday they were so nice and well behaved I couldn't believe they were the same kids.

I talk to other parents who feel the same way at times. Just keep pluggin away and teaching teaching, repetition, repetition, repetition, they will get it eventually. God bless! Keep your humour and peace. Nothing helps more.

Okay, so it's been a while since this was originally posted, but I just encountered a story that i felt I needed to share.

I'm in the middle of potty training my son, and a one point tonight he had to go potty. Okay, no problem, he's wasting time so he doesn't have to go to sleep yet, let him go. Squatting on the toilet (we have poop monsters) he does his business and takes twice as long just to put himself back together to go climb into bed to go to sleep (he's 4 1/2). Finally get him together and in bed.

Fast forward a few hours to when I"m getting myself ready for bed. I wear glasses, and looking down to my belly button is blurry. I sit on the toilet, do my business, and as I'm pulling my pants back up, I see this brown spot on the seat that I DIDN'T see when I sat down. Looking closer, I didn't have my glasses on at the time, I suspect not all of his poop made it into the toilet. Yup! Then of course I have to check to see if I actually sat on it. Yup! Then I grab my glasses, so I can see better (really!), it's time to start cleaning the seat, and my backside. Maybe in the morning I'll be laughing.

Darn kids anyway, how can you be mad when they do other things that make you laugh? I"m not really mad now, it's just one of those things that happen, and if I tell myself that enough, maybe I'll believe it.

Night all, I'm going to bed now to stop rambling.

Melissa

Your lucky it was only a day...lol that sounds like normal at my house. I have a 4 year old and 7 year old who all they do is fight. Neither one wants to share, yet they get mad when he other one wont share with them. My 4 year old is constantly getting into something, I have to basically follow him with a dust pan because he is basically a tornado in a boys body. We have to put up a gate at night so when he wakes up (and he usually does) in the middle of the night we dont wake up to a huge mess (which we have a few times) My favorite time is when thier sleeping, only problem is getting my 4 year old to slow down long enough to actually do it. Hope this makes you feel better....lol

OKAY, you asked for it! Here is a story , although not recent it was memorable! Mind you this was before monitors. My daughter who was about a year old was laid down for a nap. Generally she just laid down, but occasionally if she were overly tired she would cry before she fell asleep. This is what I assumed to be happening, or I thought she was going through a new phase, one which I was NOT going to give in to; to walk into the room might have started a precedent I was unwilling to give in to! So I laid her down, kissed her goodnight for her afternoon nap walked out and shut the door...like always. A few minutes later, she started crying. I passed it off as one of the above new phase, typical fussy period. A few hours later after she had slept and called out "Mommy" as usual. I returned to find her smiling at me, but one look around and I was horrified! I opened the door to find her diaper off, and poop on the crib, on the paneled walls, and in their cracks, on the window, and curtain, all over her, and in her hair. Ah ha moment! I now understood why she was crying. I didn't even know where to begin. I felt like the worst mother on the planet as I picked her up using the least amount of contact possible and put her into the tub, gagging the whole while trying to get her clean. I apologized as profusely as one can do to a one year old and told mer that Mommy was so sorry!

I hope this makes you say..."It wasn't THAT bad, at least....."

Oh, J....
First, I just want to say that I too have a 3 yo boy and a 1 yo girl. Second, I am SOOOOO sorry about those rough days. Those days that make you just want night to come and everyone to go to sleep so you can feel sane again. I have a couple of wonderfully crazy and intense kids and there are times when I call up my hubby at work to just talk me through it. The one thing that always gets me through though, is thinking about how short this stage will last with your babies...only a few years. Then they start to grow up and you miss them as babies. Rough day amnesia. We'll get through this, girl just take it day by day.
Take care.

I can completely understand where you're coming from. My 4 year old and I argue daily for her lack of respect for me--she even turns violent physically some days. My 1 year old gets into anything and everything unless he's put into his packnplay....thankfully he cannot climb out of it yet. Today has been just another day in the soap opera of my life with my children. I hope you're able to do better and feel better soon.

if you have a bible.. read the book of Job.. that has always helped me put things in perspective when I thought I had it really bad..

and remember too.. "that this too shall pass"

they are only young once..and though some of it isn't funny now.. you can laugh at it later.

My only disability is a hearing loss.. which is actually a gift sometimes... so perhaps you can find a way to see your disability as a gift in some way?

best wishes.

yeah, it could be worse. I have 4 children ranging from 12-18. We spent a day "window" shopping (didn't buy anything for 6 hours) except for my 14 yr old boy. Before I could even get int he door, my almost 17 yr old boy started teasing the 14 yr old to screaming. By the time I got to them, they were on the floor punching it out. They are both bigger than I am.