I couldn't have been THAT bad...could I?
So after a very long and tiring day, I am resting on the couch. My almost 2 1/2 year old son is playing happily with his toys, which I am so grateful for. I just need 15 min to rest before I make dinner......At this point, I have no idea what I am in for.
***minor segue here....I was a normal child. I would like to think that I was no more destructive, violent, hyper, obnoxious at any age than other kids. I don't remember being a brat, so therefore I would hope that I was not. However, knowing what I now know about 2 year olds, I feel that I need to apologize once again to my parents, God and the world in general. 2 year olds are monsters.....Read on.******
In the 15 minutes that I lay on the couch, not even sleeping, just resting, my son discoved a bag of Hershey's kisses...and opened the entire bag. Paper everywhere and little kisses lined up very neatly on the piano. (I just heard happy playing noises and assumed all was well; that's the LAST time that will happen) I realize he ate about half the bag by the number of kisses left. At least I hope he ate them, otherwise I will be writing a blog in a few weeks about the horrific mess I found in the box of sweaters. I realize that this is my fault for leaving a bag of chocolote in a bag in the back bedroom behind a box of Halloween stuff and not locking the door. I should have been watching him, but I was lulled into a sense of complacency by the fact he has been an angel for the majority of his 2 1/2 years in this world. He has never been the type to get into things or eat pennies or anything else. But I digress...
This was not all. I didn't find this mess right away. First, we had dinner. As he sits in his chair and I prepare to serve a balanced meal of chicken, broccoli and biscuts (quick and simple) He demands Cheerios. i am too tired to debate so I give in and head back to the computer room to check my email....dicovering the Hershey Kiss mess. I roll my eyes and decided to clean it up. I head back into the kitchen witht he evidence to tell him not to touch and find.........Another disaster.
***Another Segue: Why is it that messes and disasters only happen in multiples? Especially when children are involved? Back to the story.....
He decided that he wanted to take some medicine.....and used his chair to climb up onto the counter, open a child safe lid on Childrens Motrin and pour the entire (new) bottle into a medicine cup. Where it overflowed onto the counter and onto the floor.....To hide his mess, he takes the box of Cheerios and dumps it on top of the Motrin. As I walked into the room, he was sitting innocently at the table, as though he had no idea what had happened. I couldn't believe my eyes....but, I guess the look on my face was enough and he screamed and ran out of the kitchen. I hear sobbing in the hall.
***Take a deep breath here. Think "I love my child" Remember that this is a phase, he will outgrow it. Then think, "That's it. I'm done. Bedtime is now.***
So my conclusion? I hope that I was not so frustrating and stressful. I pray I was the good girl. Yet, I should call my parents and apologize. They will tell me the truth...But really, do I want to know?
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