For the last four days Tuck has been at best a 9 on the intensity level. We have ran until his wiggles could no longer wiggle. We have made new charts. Revised them. Drawn up different ones. Revised again. Until Tuck was pleased with his perfectly content amount of early OCD lists of “Smiley Face” behaviors. I personally believe it has to be a team effort. I involve him and talk with him till I am blue in the face about choices.
Tuck has never been a very curious kid. He never had any desires to climb or be over the top adventurous even as a wee one. Needless to say the house was never “really” baby proof. It just wasn’t necessary.
I had my last straw moment of talking it out when he decided to change all THAT.
And because I am having hell to pay for my raising, he finds my feminine product drawer. Why. He doesn’t just take a gander wonder what the hell that stuff is. No. Why would he do that.
He chooses to grab as much of my necessities into his grubby little hands and preeeee.sentsssss. them to some friends over visiting.
Rock to crawl under for one please.
-Look at dis markers I found! Are dey all da same color? Dey are SO soft!
I don’t know about y’all but I was a heathen growing up. I proudly gave my Mama & Daddy their grey hair. And sure if I could go back I would probably punch myself in the throat.
But after. days. of quiet times, reading, talking it out, writing out our choices, smiley’s, frownies, running mile after mile together, I was ready to throw in the towel.
Come get ‘em. I kept my receipt.
Either last nights dance around the caldron in a feeble last shot of fixing his intensity worked or the man upstairs finally rode that joke long enough. This morning I sat his plate of the usual, 3 eggs with ham, side of bar (Nutigrain strawberry yogurt), and freezer chilled cup of milk, he stopped me in my tracks.
-Mama I got’s my listening ears and manners on today! Can you hand me my list and read them to me?
When you feel worn slick and YOU need a time out but dammit you are STILL smiling, hearing that brought tears to my eyes.
Damn that kid and those Mama emotions. They get me every time.
The most miraculous moment came when he got his ears lowered. Tuck hates HATES to get haircuts. Hates. Like gets all exorcism-ee on you, hate. I let his hair grow to shoulder length when he was little just to not have to fight him.
THIS time all was a go. And the best part was he got to rinse off with the water hose, and leaped into the pool.
Now sporting “Pointy Hair” he feels like a rock star.
I got a “THANK GOD!” from Kinzie and a few hours of peace on the patio.
I just sat. And existed. It was amazing.
In the midst of all my outdoor activities working out wiggles I noticed I wasn’t feeling so hot. My energy level was low, I was freezing all the time when it’s 108 in the shade here. You know that feeling as a parent. You don’t have time to be sick. Shoving tissues up my nose cause it’s running like a faucet we stuck close to home cause judging by the mail man’s reaction. Nobody wants to see that kind of crazy.
Jacked up on Claritin and a prayer
-Suddenly. A summer cold just got awesome.