Or so I found out this morning on my way to my in-laws house. We headed over there for some swimming and there was a rumor floating around that they would babysit while Edward and I went to the movies.
E headed off first, we followed a few minutes later.
I threw in a cd, some nice chill Sarah Harmer (that’s ‘hippy crap’ to you Fran) and it all went down hill from there.
My son disapproved of my music choice
“I no like this, I want the Danger Danger song. Mummy! I want my song! I no like this, I don’t want to listen to it. I want MY MUSIC! TURN IT OFF MUMMY!” etc etc etc
And this was combined with tears, flailing and the whiniest voice you have ever heard. IN YOUR LIFE. Unless you too have a three-year old, then you know exactly what I am talking about.
I, apparently, I left my patience on the couch. And also, one can only listen to ‘Danger Danger, High Voltage by Electric Six’ so many times before losing your damn mind.
This roar erupted out of me that actually was rather frightening. Vince must have agreed because he paused in mid-whine and burst into actual real tears, as opposed to the fake ones previous. Ugh. I hate it when things like this happen, but sometimes they just do.
3 seconds later, we both moved on. I calmed down, V stopped crying and we hit the expressway to Sassy and Pop-Pop’s.
Once we arrived, I told V it was time to go to the bathroom.
“No, I just did it already.” Oh really. Reeeaaaallllyyy. And nope, you didn’t. Well, you did, but it was 4 hours ago. You are not a camel. So off we went to the potty amid many protestations of “I did it already” and “I don’t have to”.
I shut the door and locked it. Edwards parents weren’t home yet, but I had to go too and I always lock the door. Mistake number one, clearly.
“You don’t lock da door! YOU DON”T LOCK IT!!”
(I’m sitting on the potty)
“I don’t want to go potty!!!!!!! I don’t have to!!!!
(The door is unlocked. Did I mention I was sitting on the potty?)
“I DON”T WANT TO!!!!”
And then he opened the door. I roared just one word “OUT” and he ran.
Edward, from the other room, “Jame? What on earth is going on in there?”
*sigh* Mummy is losing her damn mind.
And then 3 seconds later, Vince announced “I wanna go potty with Daddy”. And off they went, to the potty on the other side of the house. And they returned successful, V proclaiming “Mummy! I did a super monster pee!”
And then V happily went off with his Grandparents and Edward and I went and saw Captain America.
There is, it seems, an awful lot of arguing going on in our house. Vince disapproves of pretty much everything we do and breaks out his multiple not-so-secret weapons of whining, tears and full on fits. I am clearly learning how to handle this. And it seems that I am mostly handling it badly.
Vince has been three for 6 weeks. Geez-us is this way worse than 2.
I’ll get the hang of it eventually, probably when he turns 4…