I wonder if this will sound like I am repeating myself.
Vince is two.
And then? After all that screaming? I pulled my own hair out in the middle of CVS drugstore while wrestling my child. And then? Shortly after, I dropped him off at daycare and went to work.
Work, honestly, was less out of control than my child. And so it was with relief that I walked into the office yesterday morning.
Let me rephrase. I am in control of my child. Or at least I am pretty sure I am. However, walking through the make-up aisle at CVS with Vince, a child who woke up at 4 am crying and screaming yesterday morning? Not the best idea. How I got out of there buying only 2 items (one of which I had actually come in for) I will never know.
I think he touched every single lipstick in the store.
Note to readers: Don’t buy lipstick at the CVS on Narcoosee.
And that was followed by “Vincent shake-shake” of all Tic-Tac packets at the till. So maybe don’t buy those either.
Anyways, I went to work. Surprisingly things were not as stressful as they were at CVS. And this was also a shocker. There are usually at least 4 emergencies during the day and at least one screamer. And then a handful of other ridiculousness. All of which was handled with aplomb. Because, to be honest, it was nothing compared to a public wrestling match with ones child.
And then a temper tantrum in the parking lot. And then a screaming fit in the car on the way to ‘school’.
Oh, and I went running before all of this happened. And the fun part was that V woke up at 4, crying, and spent an hour sleeping on top of me. Actually on me. Lying on my chest with his head snuggled in the crook of my neck.
I am glad he was sleeping. And so was Edward. Although, neither of us did and ‘apparently’ he woke the second I snuck out of the house to go running. I might as well have just blasted the alarm in his ear. I was, literally, tiptoeing down the stairs… hat in hand, carrying my socks and iphone.
My stealth tactics leave much to be desired. I clearly need to be more ninja-like.
I got a HUGE side-eye from the Mister when I got home at 6 am. And then a HUGE story about how V tantrumed until I came home.
And then I went to work. And despite all of the total chaos, typical of Wednesday, it was like a freakin’ cake walk.
We are only 2 months into 2 years old. Will 3 be any kind of inmprovement? Will it even matter at that point? How will I get through the next 10 months?
Suggestions are always welcome…