My Many Colored Days

Have you read the story, "My Many Colored Days" by Dr. Seuss? We've read this to Poops since he was eensy weensy.

Today's a black day. Mad and loud. I howl. I growl. At every cloud.

I have not been a model mommy today.

It's just been one of those days. I'm not proud of it. I've been the yelling, unglued, crazy maniac mommy and I don't like it. I'm not sure who's behaving worse to be honest.

Poops is "learning" how to interact with the kitten. Which means hurling toys at him, smothering him with blankets, and trying to hit him with long objects. He is two. So he plays hard. Sometimes a little too hard. He doesn't know he is playing too hard unless I tell him. And even then, I am talking to myself. Over and over and over again.

He's also very intense at his ripe old age. Having to have water, instead of milk, because we are out of milk, but he wants milk, is met with throwing things and a scream that will make any dog within the 20 mile radius howl.

I don't put up with this behavior. But it is very trying and my patience, well, on days like these, it gets thin.

We can go for actual weeks without my raising my voice. But then, as if out of nowhere, there are a cluster of days when he is a complete maniac. And then, I am too. This morning, this weekend really, has been one of those clusters. Where just as I stop him from trying to hit kitty, I turn around and he's playing in the cat food. Then just as I shoo him away from that, he's on to throwing a toy at the kitty. We did this all morning long. There was calm talking. Followed by timeout. Followed by yelling.

How lame is it that a two-year-old can make me lose my cool?

Nope. Not one of our banner mother and son days. But I guess everyone has them.

He's napped now, and I'm fresh from the gym. We've both had our timeouts. So maybe our black day will turn to green -- cool and quiet. Or pink! Or yellow. One of the fun colors. Because, and I'm pretty sure he'd say the same if he could, I'm spent.
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  1. Poor kitty! Poor baby! We just got two bunnies, and my Esme is trying to figure them out - so I have a little sympathy!

    Here's to a color change!

  2. Hope the day changed to a better color, but it's totally understandable. It's a lot of work being a mom, and 2 is notorious for being, um, 2. :)


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