I try to be a good mom to Little J. But sometimes… ok, a lot of the time, I come up short.
Never fear, he is always fed, almost always clothed, sleeps under a roof every night in a relatively warm house wearing cozy pajamas. We have plugs in the outlets and gates on the stairs. We have completely childproofed the downstairs and largely childproofed the upstairs. I try.
I thought you all might enjoy a list of some of my latest blunders…. Most of which occurred within the last 24 hours:
1. Let Little J ride in the big basket and not the safety-strapped seat of the shopping cart. I know. Unsafe. He could fall. He could fall in the cart. He could probably vault himself out of the cart. But he had already figured out how to undo the safety strap, stand up in the seat and lean over to me …. And I was Three. Feet. Away. I decided the big basket would be safer than the seat.
2. Then I let Little J try chewing gum … at 18 months. I know. He could choke. We were in the store (see above) and while sitting in the big basket, he opened Mommy’s purse and proceeded to pull each item out, thankfully leaving them all in the basket. He then proceeded to pop all of the chewing gum out of the package. It went “click” as it hit the floor. And then he tried it. And spit it out.
3. Leaving the store, I managed to hit Little J in the head with the car door. As I’ve mentioned in a recent post, Little J grew an inch or two lately. He used to be able to walk under this particular door without bumping his head. Mommy found out yesterday that he can’t do that anymore when I opened the door, expecting it to sail over the top of his head.. instead it bumped him in the forehead.
see, it LOOKS like it's pretty far off the ground... but nope - he walked right into the corner of the door.
4. We then moved on to stop #2 of our errand list. Little J threw not one, not two, but three temper tantrums in the Dollar Store. You know… where they fling themselves on the ground and cry “No” at the top of their lungs. Classy. Especially great for the last one when I am holding my purse, and my purchases and then have to figure out how to pick up a screaming, writhing, mad toddler off of the floor.
5. Fast forward a bit in our day. I’m working out to Level 3 of the Jillian Michael’s torture workout. I’m on Circuit 2, Abs, laying on my back on the floor in front of the television. My adorable, lovable son comes out of nowhere and stomps on my face. I screamed. It was an instinctual response of “get your freaking shoe off of my face NOW.” Little J immediately burst in to tears. And, I didn’t give him a hug. I didn’t tell him mommy didn’t mean to scare him. I told him not to step on people’s faces. I’m not sure that was the most loving response, but it was the best I could come up with at the moment.
6. Failure to discipline. This morning, as we were leaving the gym, Little J DID NOT want to be strapped in to his car seat. He arched. He wiggled. He twisted from side to side. And then he hit me. And started the whole routine over again. And then he hit me again.
I told him “no.” Obviously, I wouldn’t hit him back. And you can’t really put a child in time out in the car. Total failure on my part.
7. He ate a WHOLE BOX of cookies. This one was a few days ago, on one of our “iced in” days. He had a few cookies, and then a few more. And then he started carrying around the box. And the next thing I knew, the box was empty. If he eats this much at 18 months, how much will he eat when he is 18? I shudder to think about the many carts of groceries he will go through each week.
So there it is. I’m hoping today will be better. Maybe it’s best if I just don’t take him outside the house? No, wait a minute, that is a bad idea. I need something beyond these four walls. Deep breaths…. Apparently my skills can only improve!
(c) Lessons From Cooper