Throwing a fit because he doesn't want to perform in the Mother's Day presentation. |
On Mother's Day, my mom and I were sitting at her table enjoying our coffee, and explained how I thought I might be losing my already-gray hair because Gabriel was making me crazy. That he fights me and yells and kicks and hits and screams and ohgodmakeitstop. I thought she would impart on me some infinite mom-wisdom about how it all gets better and give it a few months, but no. She pointed to her grays (dyed, of course) and said that we gave her every single one of them and I had plenty more ahead of me. She also pointed out how it was clear how much we wore her out because with each subsequent child (there were four of us), the rules were more lenient and the consequences less severe.
So, without much help from my mother, it hit me on Sunday night that I need to get crafty. Sneaky sneaky. I need to trick my child into believing that he's calling the shots but really, it's all about manipulation. I have a bachelor's degree in Psychology, I don't know why it took so long for this to dawn on me. Is that awful that I'm playing mind games with my three-year old? Whatever. I got him to nap yesterday without replicating a WWF match or tears.
I'd call that a KO.
Oh my, as soon as I saw the title to this post, I knew I'd be able to relate! The threes were pretty terrible around here. I managed to get one out of the threes and now have another dangerously close. Sigh... I CAN tell you that nearing the end of the threes found us with a much more pleasant, grown up little girl. We survived and you will too! :)
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