That moment when you realize your child has gone from your sweet little baby of the family to the devil child in just a few short months makes you want to rip your hair out and scream. Alas, do I want to teach my four year old that is how we handle our frustrations? Sometimes? Yes… why yes I do.
This way, that way. Up, down, over. Look Mom I can go downstairs head first. Look Mom what will happen if I touch a hot cookie sheet?! Ouch. That kind hurts. Let me touch it again .. just in case you know, it was a fluke that it freaking hurt the first time.
Oh Mom, look why don’t I fill a pot full of water and dunk my head into this pan of water and then proceed to soak the house with water because I do not know that I should actually 1) not put my head into a pan of water and 2) dry my head with towel before running through house.
This child of mine is really, really making me wish I owned more duct tape than I do. Or maybe a Velcro suit with Velcro wall so that I can simply put him in one spot long enough for me to think, cook, clean, work .. you know, live a normal work from home mom life. Oh wait…. I bet this is a normal work from home mom life…. sigh.
I tell you if this child lives past four I will be impressed. And if not, I would obviously be quite sad. I do love my son, but this age four is driving me bonkers. While I work to teach him through example, I find myself simply wanting to pick him up, shake him and place him in a permanent time out for the next year so I can think straight most days.
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