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06:00 am: Moving + Toddler = More Oy
Saturday was a Bad Mommy Day. There was someone coming to see the house at noon, so I spent 3 straight hours cleaning (I don't want someone to decide against buying our house for a stupid reason, like mess or dirt). Teddy wanted to help, but he was mostly underfoot, literally. I kept tripping over him as I was trying to vacuum.

I didn't handle it well. I kept trying to reason with him, explaining that Mommy had very little time to get a lot done, that Teddy needed to cooperate or go and play in the other room.

Hello, Kate? Thrust out your three fingers and say it with him: he's "FWEE!" Reason isn't a big part of his life.

I completely lost it with him, finally, and seeing his little face crumple into total devastation as I yelled shut me right the fuck up. We snuggled and read some books and forgave each other.

The next time that we have a showing when Peter isn't available to help, I'm going to park that child in front of the electronic babysitter. Better to learn more about shunting cars and hauling freight than to become the object of frustration and anger.

Current Location: Boston
Current Mood: disappointedchastened


Date:June 4th, 2008 03:06 pm (UTC)

More Oy

If it's taken three years for you to feel you've blown it with a kid, particularly under the stress you're under with the house on the market, I think you deserve a Mommy Medal. And speaking from experience with some special children, the occasional electronic babysitter is not An Evil Thing. Look how well you turned out!

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Date:June 4th, 2008 04:47 pm (UTC)

alas, I've blown it many times before

...and will blow it many times again, I'm sure.

The electronic babysitter will likely make an appearance this very weekend, as we're having open house #2.
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Date:June 5th, 2008 01:05 pm (UTC)

Deadline + Todder = Frustration

Why is is that they somehow KNOW when we are in a hurry, or under some kind of deadline and chose THAT EXACT MOMENT to either be difficult or not particularly cooperative (or get underfoot)? Leads to great frustration (at least for me) which ends up with yelling, followed by tears (theirs) and guilt (mine). At least it can mostly be smoothed over by some kisses, snuggles and mommy-time. They recover much quicker than I do (guilt is like that - it lingers...).

I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you on quick house-selling vibes...
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Date:June 5th, 2008 01:25 pm (UTC)

yes, they do know...

:sigh: I supposed that's a good thing: they're attuned to our moods, blah blah blah.

But those times, I think "oblivious" would be more helpful.

Oh well.
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