We had a play date yesterday - bookstore story time and lunch at the playground. (I say "We" because the truth is, the play dates are as much for me as they are for Dylan. I NEED adult conversation once and a while!) The other mom and I were discussing how exhausting four year olds can be. I said, "When they are little, it is physically exhausting... carrying them everywhere, shadowing them constantly, lifting strollers and car seats into the car. When they are four, it is MENTALLY exhausting... the constant motion, the constant chatter, the way they are constantly touching things they shouldn't be touching, the negotiating, the "Mom? Mom? Mom?...", the extreme amount of patience required to get through a day without going berserk".
It's true... Lately, I'm just exhausted. The constant chatter and endless list of requests/demands is what wears me out the most. This morning, Dylan was downstairs. I had just gone upstairs to get dressed, when I heard "Mom?! I need you!" It happens constantly. Usually, his urgent need is for me to help him get a toy down from a shelf, or he can't get a tower to stand up, or he has his shirt on backwards. Not usually things he NEEDS me for at that exact moment. So, I ignored him. Seconds later, I cringed as I heard it again. "MOM?!" (I'm changing my name to "Goobersnickel". At least when I hear it 10,000 times a day it might make me laugh).
"DYLAN! COME UP HEAR AND ASK ME WHAT YOU NEED TO ASK ME!", I shouted. (I yell a lot lately. A complete loss of patience will do that to you). I continued putting on my makeup, and heard "Well... I really can't do that". I figured he was holding a tower up, or something, and just didn't want to come upstairs, so I just kept getting ready. But, then I had that feeling. You know the feeling, moms? That feeling of dread, that suddenly overtakes you, when you instinctually know something isn't quite right?
I went down the stairs to find this...
The blind cord was completely tangled around his hand, cutting off his circulation and making red marks all over his skin. I asked the idiotic question we all ask at times like these... "WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!", and got the answer we all know we're going to get... "I dunno". Sigh. After finally setting him free, I said, "Dylan, I'm going to go upstairs now, and finish getting ready. Can you be good and not need me for 10 minutes?" He answered in his sweetest voice... "I'll try... Goobersnickel".