...oh right, it's my sanity!
*WARNING: this is a long and fairly negative post... bad day!
We are in the throes of the "terrible twos" - and as much as I adore seeing Finnian's "little" personality shining through, I'm seriously losing my mind! He screams in anger, and screams and screams and screams. I know I shouldn't just give him what he wants, but how else do I keep what little sanity I have left?
Today Finn and I made the trek into Rome to see Helen & Kevin and I almost called off the whole thing. It seems like Finnian wakes up on the wrong side of the bed almost every other morning.
Here's what it looks like when he wakes up on the RIGHT side of the bed:
- He wakes up, I don't even hear him, but I sense him - I open my eyes to see a big cheesy grin RIGHT in my face.
- He giggles and turns on my lamp. Makes another cheesy grin.
- Climbs into bed, I turn out the light, and we cuddle and I tickle him for awhile.
- He goes and finds toys to play with, or books for us to read.
- Conor or I (whoevers turn it is on breakfast) eventually gets up and brings Finn downstairs if he's ready to go down, or the other person stays upstairs with him until breakfast.
- We eat breakfast. Conor goes on his way to Rome, or heads upstairs to study.
- I do dishes, play with Finn, get us both ready, and head out the door for shopping or playdate around 10-1030.
Then we have a WRONG side of the bed day:
- (If it's like last night, he's already in our bed by 5am - this is NOT a regular occurnace)
- Otherwise, Finn wakes up, gives me cheesy grin, then starts asserting himself!
- (we have big shutters on our doors/windows) Finn starts pointing at them and making noises that means he wants us to open the shutters. I refuse, and tell him to go play with some toys.
- He hopefully eventually leaves the shutters be
- Grabs a book and wants it read, grabs another book and another book and another book.
- There are 2 or 3 books that if you get stuck reading them once, you get stuck reading them 100 times in a row. Eventually one of these books comes out and he will not take no for an answer.
- I say no, no, no... and the screaming begins.
- Eventually we give in and drag him downstairs, probably earlier than usual because we can't stand what is happening upstairs.
- During breakfast NOTHING is right for him. He wants to put jam on his own toast - thus making a big mess and taking forever. He wants to pour the milk. He wants to eat YOUR mush. He wants to throw the mush around. He doesn't want to eat. More screaming ensues.
- Conor goes upstairs. I start the dishes and Finn doesn't like that. More screaming.
- I finally get them done and am ready to spend some time with him, but he's screaming, nothing is satisfying him.
- I might eventually get him to color... but he quickly makes a page full with his coloring and wants another. Then he needs me to draw something (I can't draw, I don't have that talent). I get bored of that and try to convince him to color on his own. He doesn't like that.
Anyways, it goes on and on until I somehow get us clothed and out the door amidst tantrum after tantrum.
Today was really bad, because we weren't getting on the train until almost noon. Conor was home and thus not getting ANYTHING done with all the screaming happening. He assures me he was already distracted and not getting anything done anyways, but I just feel like a mother failure when he has to come in and take over because I feel like curling up in the fetal postion and crying.
I finally got us ready and we had time so Finn and I went to the grocery store to get stuff for supper. It was only 10 am and I was already DONE. I left in such a fury that I forgot Finn's jacket, so I got a lot of nasty stares from old Italian women. And I had planned on going to a little park to just pass some time, but didn't want Finn to get too cold so we came home and had a snack (AMAZING cinnamon buns that Conor made last night... I'll write about it later, because it was made my morning sooo much better after that).
We got on the train and Finnian was relatively good. He didn't want to sit, and the train wasn't crowded so we wandered around. He finally decided he didn't want to be on the train anymore. When the doors would open he would try to pull me out. And usually the diaper bag is clipped onto the stroller, but since we were walking around I had it on my shoulder... he kept trying to take it off and put it on the stroller, telling me it was time to get off.
About 5 minutes later a 46 came. It was really full so I had to take Finn out of the stroller, hold him and the diaper bag, fold up the stroller and lug it all on the bus... blah! Then we got to where the bus should turn and it didn't. FAIL! It was bus 46/ not 46. Why in the world is there a bus 46 SLASH! That makes no sense. So I got off at the next stop and walked to where the second stop for the actual 46 bus was, and it was just coming. Thank goodness. We made it to lunch on time.
But then Finn was GRUMPY. He would scream at anyone who looked at him, and he didn't want me going anywhere but out the door we came in. Eventually I coaxed him to the table with yogurt and things started looking up.
As I talked to Helen, Kevin kept pouring him water to keep him occupied, and grabbed a soccer ball for when he was done eating. When Kevin was done eating he took him to another room to play with the ball, and then Finn started allowing some other people to start looking at him, so they were allowed to play to. (These other people are students at the Emmanuel School of Mission, where Kevin and Helen are the directors). Finnian took a liking to this one female student (after screaming at her a few times), so Helen offered to buy her coffee downstairs if she would play with him while we visited.
She did a great job, and we got to have a nice chat. I was pretty mentally exhausted, but it was still a nice visit and I'm very glad I didn't call it off.
The train home was uneventful... Finn didn't sleep like I had hoped, but he stayed in his stroller (FULL train) and ate snacks the whole time.
Conor let me have a rest when I got home, and now Finn is asleep in bed!
Tomorrow we'll start it all over again, hope for a right-side-of-the-bed day, and hopefully gain back some of the sanity I lost today.