Random Parenting Thoughts
As always, this post is being written from a place of extreme fatigue, paranoia and mild depression. Nothing is wrong with me, I'm just learning that it's all a part of parenting. I could look back over my previous posts to see if I'm just writing the same thing twice, but I don't have the energy, so just give me a pass if any of this is repetitive.
The terrible twos are kicking my ass. I brushed my teeth with lotion this morning. I'm that out of it. For some reason the bottle was sitting on the sink and I just squeezed some out onto the toothbrush as if that was normal. I'm tired. I thought a weekend away was going to rejuvenate and recharge, but instead it just confused me. I imagine it's what prisoners feel when they go out to pick up trash on the side of the highway. A taste of freedom isn't healthy. So now I'm giving "freedom" the same speech Denzel gave his wife/girlfriend in The Hurricane. "Don't come back here anymore. I won't accept your visit. It's tough enough trying to do the time." That's probably not what he said exactly, but that's what my mind remembers and again, I'm too tired to google it.
I have 12 months and a couple of weeks until the 2013 school year starts and guess who's going to preschool. The wife will cry and take a bunch of pictures, but I'm gonna be up at 5:30 in the morning packing a lunch, a sleeping bag and a suitcase in case she likes it enough to spend the night. The wife said something blasphemous not too long ago about, "DC says it's not mandatory for them to go to school until they're five and go to kindergarten." I replied with, "I rebuke you, Satan!" She's getting the hell outta here. If I don't win the DCPS lottery and all the slots are filled then we're moving a mile up the street to Maryland and she's going to school there.
I went on a parenting blog today and wrote out a simple question:
"Is this normal: My child throws tantrums for no reason, falls out on the floor in public and screams at the top of her lungs. She won't do anything I say anymore and the simplest tasks become power struggles. This all started about a month ago."
I got about 30 responses in under ten minutes. All of them said yes. Some were just "LOLs" and a few were "You aint seen nothing yet." One lady wrote something that made me think. She asked me to think back to every time I've gone out in public and to try and remember how many 2-3 year olds I saw. She made a great point. I see babies everywhere. I can't go two aisles without almost being run over by a stroller, but I hardly ever see a two year old. I see kindergarteners and maybe a very well behaved 3-4 year old, but I rarely see a two year old. The lady finished her post with, "Anyone with a two year old is currently being held hostage in a house somewhere." That lady's post was a burning bush. I know what I must do now. I'm going out to get a stick and I'm gonna find my daughter and shout:
Pharaoh, let my people go!
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