Oh. My. Goodness.
My child wore me out today.
I’m not sure what I was doing when this happened, but I promise you, I only had my back turned for two seconds. (Pictures can be deceiving, so let me tell you, that pile of papers is about 3 inches deep.) No need to comment on how behind we are with our filing. Seth’s little “cleaning spree” brought that into quite clear focus, thank you very much.
cute, huh? Let’s all say it together: “awwww!!!”
Yeah, right. Cute until you see where those baubles came from while Mommy was cleaning up Exhibit A.
Exhibits C and D:
ALL – and I do mean ALL – of my jewelry was (not so) gently and carefully removed from my boxes and “inspected” by Master Seth. (Take a deep breath, Kelly. I only found one random glass bead that was somehow separated from its origin….but for the life of me, I can’t figure out just where that origin is….)
And these are only two examples of what he managed to get into today. I wish I’d had the camera ready for the results of Seth “helping” me prepare for the local consignment sales by sorting through [read: dumping out] his Rubbermaid containers, or the aftermath of his Toilet Paper Toga party while I was fixing dinner.
(I don’t think Jim could fathom how I’d let the house get in “such a state” until he came upon the (entire roll of) unwound toilet paper himself. Let’s just say Jim’s sympathy increased in tandem with Seth’s attendance in Time Out.
He’s definitely exerting his will well in advance of the Terrible Twos. (Tell me, all you wise ones who’ve been there; is it really that bad?) “No” is probably heard more than anything in our home right now – from both mommy and child – and hate that, but I know we need to be consistent. Our biggest battle right now is that Seth constantly and without regard continues to remove all the stuffing from the inside of Jim’s speaker subwoofer. His little hand and wrist fit so perfectly into the opening…and the cotton (or whatever is in there) just fascinates him, no matter what consequences we dole out.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad that something so easily fixable is our biggest worry in child-rearing. For now.
But I have to tell you, just because I’m not losing sleep over the peer pressure he is under, or staying up til the wee hours of the morning because he’s broken curfew, or traipsing all over creation to soccer/golf/band/track/whatever-he’ll-be-into matches doesn’t mean I’m not exhausted.
Even with the fatigue and feelings of failure, though, there is a silver lining.
I truly believe I birthed the most joyful child in the world. We wandered the aisles of WalMart earlier today, and Seth waved and called out to every person he saw. And without fail, his high-pitched “hi-yee” was returned with a smile and wave.
He finds laughter and happiness in simple things: ranch dressing, mommy’s necklaces, his reflection in the bathtub faucet, a ride in daddy’s convertible.
I could learn a lesson from this boy.
Make big messes.
Live life loud.
Put the top down and let the wind mess up my hair.