Thursday, June 30, 2011

I'm Changing My Name

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".

9 comments:

Lisa @ Boondock Ramblings said...

This is what I hear all the time too but normally it is this: "Mama!!! I have poop!" and it comes from the bathroom. Several times a day because he refuses to sit down and poop on the toilet! Oy! Still...one day they won't ask for us anymore. Doesn't that suck!?

Brooke said...

OH NO!!! What a little stinker. Yes, it is exhausting. I tell them I want to change my name all the time...... I get so tired of that whiney, high-pitched.... "MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM"

Elissa said...

HAHAHAHAHAAAA! thanks for the giggle this morning... happy holiday weekend, goobersnickel (or whatever it was.. i'm too lazy to go back and look!)

(glad it wasn't something worse. i often say of mine that i cannot tell by their reaction whether they need a tissue or have a severed arm. i am quite certain one of these days someone will be upstairs or outside with a broken bone, screaming at me, and i will holler out a little jingly "just a MINute...." oops.)

JCK said...

Hey Goobersnickel! :)

You described so well the change in challenges - from being physically exhausted to mentally exhausted. I think the mentally exhausted is harder. At least with the physically exhausted, your head is clear and you sleep well!

Nicole said...

Get out of my head, would you?! You are SO right about the change from physical exhaustion to mental exhaustion! M.aren is at the non-stop chatter phase, and while I love the faces and expressions and stories and drama that she totally is while she is chattering, by the end of the day all I want her to do is STOP TALKING.

The wrapping his hand in the cord for no good reason? THAT part is totally C.ooper. Boys. Seriously.

blue china studio said...

Oh gosh! I remember that exhausted feeling all too well. You described it perfectly! And I like your new name...

And no wonder you wanted to cry when you pictured yourself next to my tranquil pond...

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

That is scary! It makes you think of all the horror stories about kids and blind cords.

I once ignored my son hollering at me from inside the car--I was talking to someone. Turns out his hand was shut in the van slider. Can you say extreme guilt?!

The Girls' Mommy said...

I 100% LOVE that you grabbed your camera before you untangled him!

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