Seriously, i thought i had seen it all when it comes to kids and toddlers. But parker? He is kicking my ass big time. Even his adorable cuteness and giant hugs and kisses and eyelashes from here to there are wearing thin. Perhaps it's the visiting of family or the huge surge of hormones that had better damn well only be my period coming, but the boy is hell on wheels. Or anger turned up to 11.
Today started out well enough, we set out on a morning of visiting with cousins and shoe shopping (them not me unfortunately.)
We went back to grandmas for lunch and down time before i left for my haircut. I have short hair and in my entire life and numerous tries i have found one stylist that can cut my very thick, coarse and curly hair. She is in vancouver. I make regular visits to my parents house under the guise of family bonds so that i can get a decent cut. Parker, being parker, is not only a mockery of the terrible twos, but also, very clingy - suffering from major seperation anxiety. Damn that attachment parenting again. So, parker comes with me on my cuts.
Today's appointment came at that ungodly time; the time when toddlers should be napping but refuse to and are thus rendered incapable of anything but emotion intense.
The minute we walked in the salon he slammed his matchbox cars on the ground and began screaming and crying. He beat me about the chest as i was getting my hair washed and my stylist, bless her, still tried to give me her wonderful neck massage during this scene. What a total waste of the best thing that happens to me without the expectation of canoodling.
I had booked an appointment for a cut and colour. But quickly resigned myself to just the cut and we all know that a great cut can only be awesome when highlights are attached.
The afternoon continued in similar fashion reaching it's logical conclusion when my 91 year old grandma came to visit in the middle of massive temper tantrum number 12. She lasted 4 minutes before she braved the steps back out of the house with a quick wave to my nasty son and slipping ten dollars to the other three for putting up with the beast.
Tomorrow home. Putting ad in paper under "free for all."
Posted by Jess at 11:12 PM Permalink
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I have been tempted more than once to set them out at the end of the driveway with a sign reading 'FREE'. These days are more frequent during the summer vacation when they're all home ALL THE TIME. Just the thought of the summer break looming ahead paralyzes me with anxiety and dread.
Posted by Kim | April 20, 2006 11:50 PM