Becoming a mom was the best thing that ever happened to me. That being said, I can honestly say that some days are just not wonderful or magical or even just mediocre. Some days are just plain awful. This was one of the awful days.
Yes, he's adorable, especially as pictured here, admiring his brand new Toy Story lunch box, a gift from Gran & Pop to mark the occasion of his very first school year. His behavior today? Yeah, not so adorable. I was so frustrated today, and it just wore me out to make request after request, which turned into demand after demand, and have him flat out refuse to do any one thing that I told him to do. And refuse with glee, even, happily turning his back on me and running in the opposite direction. I handled it at home, handled it not quite as well at the lake house, and was trying to hold back angry yells when we got to church. Tonight we had preschoolers through sixth graders all in the gym, rotating three groups through three activity stations. Complete chaos reigned, and my child was always running away from the adults to chase other children. I didn't spank him, but he did get a pinch that hurt his feelings enough to buy us 10 minutes of cooperation from him, but that was all.
Just when I was absolutely at the end of my rope, Dennis started helping us clean up and get ready to go. And he was so apologetic in the car, telling me how sorry he was for being bad and promising to be good (because he wanted to go out for pizza). He saw how sad and tired I was, so he would come in and see me lying on the couch and give me random weird compliments like "I sure do like that shirt on you Mommy" or "it makes me proud when you are happy, Mommy" in his very best attempts to cheer me up. And that reminds me of something he said this morning when I put my hair up into a clip and walked into his room to get him motivated to get dressed. He told a look at me and said "I don't like your hair like that, Mommy, it's too different". I'm just surprised he pays attention to my hair!
We are calm now, and somewhat happy, but it was a tough one. It isn't so much the disobedience as the combination of mischief (such as touching things he's not supposed to touch, banging on other people with toys after he's been reprimanded, and generally acting destructive) and disobedience when we ask him to stop the mischief. Things will seem better in the morning, surely. Our church is offering a Family Prayer Retreat in a couple of days, and we found out tonight that we can actually bring Dennis, so we'd like to go. But not if he can't behave himself. Maybe he got the majority of it out of his system today.
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