we’ll try again tomorrow

He woke up crying for daddy.

When he saw me, he laid back down saying, “oh no”.

We fought about breakfast.

Pancakes or waffles?

Banana on the floor after begging for it.

He watched far too much TV and had no interest in the games or play I was offering.

He was in time out 5 times before 10am due to toy throwing and hitting ma ma.

I insisted we leave the house.  We could do a drop off at Goodwill, get daddy his Father’s Day gift, stop at the pharmacy, and pick up cat food.

He threw a fit because I wouldn’t let him have the stuff animals at the mall.

He laid on the floor and screamed when we had to leave the play place.

I was a sweaty beast after chasing him around a department store.

He screamed as I buckled him in to go home.

I gave up the plan after the first two stops and went through Starbucks as I fought back tears.

He smiled sweetly at the drive thru barista chirping, “te too” (thank you).  Faker.

He went straight for PBS when we got home.  Took his juice, Lamby, and pipey and sat his butt on the couch.

What kind of mom am I?

We fought over lunch.

He ate fruit and pushed all the ravioli aside.

He refused milk.

He hugged daddy at lunch like he hadn’t seen him in MONTHS.

Going down for nap was a breeze.  Daddy was home.

Nap was short.  Yelling for daddy commenced less than two hours after being put down.

More disappointment when it was not daddy who got him up.

He wanted TV and a snack.

I was determined to do something.

We made butter cookies.

10 minutes of lovely mother-son time.

Daddy came home and took the toddler out of the house for cat food and dinner.

Ma ma cried a bit.

Dinner was a battle.

The time between dinner and bedtime was a battle.

At least three more time outs and one FIRM talking to about hitting.

And then it was bedtime.

He curled up on my lap and handed me Green Eggs and Ham.

As I read, he placed a small hand on the book and looked up in my eyes.

Ma ma.

He spoke his name for me so softly.  And then?  Behind the blue and red pipey?  A sleepy smile spread across his face.

Eddie Bear.

I whispered my name for him.

His head found the soft spot between my arm and my chest.  One hand on Lamby, the other on my wrist and I propped the book back up and continued.

I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam I Am.

He breathed heavily.

The book was over.  He pointed for his bed and turned to my face.

And we both smiled.

Goodnight.

I love you.

Tomorrow is a new day.

 

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About Katie

Just a small town girl...wait no. That is a Journey song. Katie Sluiter is a small town girl, but she is far from living in a lonely world. She is a middle school English teacher, writer, mother, and wife. Life has thrown her a fair share of challenges, but her belief is that writing through them makes her stronger.

Comments

  1. How precious and sweet (the end that is). How old is he?

  2. Yep, you waited all day for it, but THAT’S the reason you put up with all the other garbage. I quit counting the number of times I carried a screaming toddler out of somewhere because I was past done and we needed to move on. And some days she watches TV all day (while I do as many chores as possible knowing the peace could end at any moment) and others she wants the TV on, but pays NO attention to it whatsoever. Motherhood definitely keeps you on your toes.

  3. I was just telling hubby that SB was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde today. So sweet one moment, a monster the next. No nap and she was completely done by 4:30. I was drinking by 5. These are challenging times, but they are also wonderful times. You captured that so well with this post.

  4. It will be a new day tomorrow.

    Wise ma ma.

    Love to you.

  5. you got through it – but definitely doesnt sound like an easy day! Sully wakes up crying for Nana (my mom) and I swear he’d rather hang out with her than me. Its like a sneak peek into the teenage years – GAK 🙁

    Sawyer was climbing out of her stroller today at the shoe store – but the cute faces she made during dinner made that okay.

    Such a roller coaster this parenting thing!

  6. I have had those days. A LOT! There is always tommorrow 🙂

  7. Some days are like that, even in Australia.

  8. Awww, sorry about your rough day. Life with a toddler is not easy. But those moments when they look at you and softly speak your name, smile, and snuggle into you? They really do make it all worthwhile.

  9. Yep…this week has been chock full of those days…all you can do is keep going because despite all that they think in their not-quite-2 year old brains they need us…and they’re so stinking sweet that it’s just unfair!

  10. There are always those days that throw you off. But the sweet moments are what make it all worth it.

    We are the opposite around here though. It’s all about “Mama” “Melmo” “Pa Poo” (Pooh Bear) And “Mo Mo” (Mickey Mouse). Sometimes I feel bad that daddy gets the shaft but I know things will change when I am the disciplinarian and daddy is “daddy fun times” when she is older.

  11. *pat on the back*
    *fist bump*
    *hugs*
    I understand this roller coaster.

  12. Welcome to my life. I’ve written a few blogs about this! Crazy, stressful, worth it.

  13. *HUGS* So glad that a tough day ended so beautifully. Because you *are* his Ma Ma. xoxo

  14. Oh yeah. I’ve had days like that–anyone SAHM who says they haven’t is lying!

    Why does Daddy always get to be the rock star????

  15. i think every one of us who have had a 2yo have had (manymanymany) days like this.

  16. Girl, sounds like my day with Pea yesterday. And yes, a FIRM talking to and many time-outs about KICKING Mommy. OMFG Our kids.

  17. Oh, my friend.
    I’ve had so many days like that.
    When I’m in the thick of it, I try to remember that it’s their job to push us, to test boundaries, to learn how to get what they want. They’re also learning impulse control and that can be so tricky.
    But yes, I’ve had those days too. And I understand.
    Much love and wishes for a lovely new day.
    xo

  18. Ahhh, these days. I hate these days. We have them, too. Joshua’s thing lately is to say “NO, DADDY WEED” for the bedtime book and part of it hurts my heart.

    He loves you, Kate. His Mama. Don’t ever doubt that.

  19. It has been one of those days for me, so I’m sitting in tears reading this. Thank you.

  20. I think my 18 month old would have written a similar post today. I am on bed rest with another pregnancy, and it KILLS me to hear my little guy asking for me and not be able to help him. I almost wish he’d start crying for daddy instead!

    You have a good perspective, Katie. You’re doing great! And strangely, crying helps, doesn’t it?! I’m totally jealous of your Dr. Suess moment 🙂 Love it!

  21. Beautiful…feels like my today.

  22. this sounds like me and my son. i had a girl first. girls are great, but mine…she LISTENED. she obeyed. this didn’t prepare me for my son; his chunky little face and legs i’m constantly running after.

  23. THis rocked the boat momma. Routines are off so be prepared for resistance. When I took time off of work, my Chunky was shell shocked and I felt terrible. I felt like such a failure. But in reality, our wee men are accustomed to routines and any change in them gets their pampers all knotted up. Just like we do as adults. He loves you to the moon and beyond.

  24. Loved this, even with’ or more especially because OF the sad moments!

  25. Katie, I am so teary over this tonight….oh, those days (and nights) can be so hard. But then? Just when you are about to give up on yourself?

    There’s that smile….and you know you’re really loved and needed after all.

    Hugs to you, babe….and yes, tomorrow is another day.

  26. We had one of those days today so I could really appreciate this. Lovely written.

  27. Thanks for sharing!! It makes me feel like I’m not the only person on the planet that has days like this!!! I have a 2.5YO and I know EXACTLY how you are feeling. It’s hard, it’s so hard but then they do something like say “Monny (that’s how banks says mommy) I love you” and u instantly feel better – briefly 😉

  28. The end of the day with him was worth all the rest of it. No doubt.

    But when you’re in the midst of the hard parts, remember:

    Eddie’s like this with you because he trusts that there is no other person with whom he can share his “worst” stuff; no one else he feels THAT safe with. To let out all the frustration and fear and crankiness of being not-quite-two.

    My husband is a phenomenal father. Absolutely loving, fun, wonderful. And he does discipline and have expectations – it’s not Disneyland with him or anything. But my kids have always behaved a little bit better for him when they have to make a choice. There is a part inside them that wants to impress Daddy; that wants him to make him smile, tickle, offer, stay…

    But with me?

    I’m here. I’m there. I’m everywhere. And I always will be. They know it in their deepest parts.

    So I get the deepest parts. Even the dark stuff.

    But then the bright? Is also their very brightest. Their very best.

    Always.

  29. Awww…so sweet! I have had some struggles with Christopher a bit too. I think they just need some transitioning time. It will get better and you will have an amazingly fun summer break! 🙂

  30. I have had these days, and they are struggles and they are tear-inducing, but you are right to know that tomorrow is a new day. Finding their independence is beautiful and frustrating, and occasionally both at the same time.

    Hugs to you, and here’s to a better day!

  31. we’re so there too right now… not every day, but often enough that I get it. we had one particularly frustrating moment today and when I replied “no Goose!” to a question she asked, I couldn’t help but forget it all when she came over, patted my arm and said “okay. I sowwy momma” *sigh*

    beautiful post Katie.

  32. I felt every emotion with you. We have been having such a hard time with the boys I swear it’s like they are possessed by mischief loving ghosts! I breath, I wonder, I cry….and then I get nights like u had. Tiny hands find my face, tiny voices say I love u mommy and I know we’ll make it through the bad stuff together. Xoxo

    I loved this Katie and you’re right there is always tomorrow to try again.