I worked until 3pm today. Did some groceries,and came home to a quiet Mason and a napping Logan. Their dad said they were good all day. I said, "well hell by the time he leaves it will only be 3-4 hours until bedtime." All I had to get done was dinner, bath and bed. Easy peasy.
Liesssss! Mason didn't nap today. In the middle of cooking dinner he asked me for blueberries. My answer was no, not until dinner. That was enough to make flip out. He threw himself and the blueberries all over the floor. I lost my shit. You know I'm really starting to wonder what the f*ck I'm doing wrong at this parenting thing? Why does my kid constantly defy and yell at me? Even when I'm gentle and positive towards him...he flips out! Is it the age of 3!? If it is I f*cking hate it! I am so tired of being yelled at by a 3 year old...even when I haven't even raised my voice. And I'm really getting sick and tired of being told I'm getting walked all over because I'm not the only parent he does this to. I'm ranting I know. I don't care!
I served dinner. Logan grabbed an entire piece of chicken and was eating. I thought to myself: yes a turn around to the evening. More liessss he ate that chicken until he looked at it. Not sure why but he flipped out. Screaming and crying, shaking his head no for I don't know what reason. I'm so tired of only feeding him PB&Js because that's all he will eat without even thinking about it. Oh and get this now all of a sudden he doesn't like the crust on the bread. Smh
Sigh I need a break. Like a real break! Not a one hour by myself kind if break, but an entire day of doing nothing kind of break. No getting up early or being needed by everyone. Man I am spent! Running on fumes here people. I feel like the poster mom of failure tonight.
Thank God it's bedtime! Good night everyone. Tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow I get a chance to do better.
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