I’ve been debating what to write about today. Will it be about the arguments we’ve had with our 3 YO this week or will it be about some anxiety I’ve been feeling lately about my mom’s upcoming surgery. I suppose I could tackle both.
As I’m sure all you moms can relate, my toddler has taken a new love…the word “no”. I know he is just trying to showcase his independence but it’s getting crazy! Not only that, but he hasn’t gone to sleep before 1030 the past few nights and let me just say mornings are not so bright. Yesterday was a full-blown tantrum for 45 minutes when he didn’t want to get up and dressed for school. My husband had to leave without him just to make it to work on time. He then had a meltdown begging daddy to come back!! I managed to calm him down, but it took calling my mother in law to come over to watch the baby while I drove him to school. How do other moms know how to handle these things? I think we’ve given in too easily in the past and its officially come back to bite us in the ass. I’m trying really hard to keep calm when things like this happen, and discuss the matter in quiet and peaceful manner, but man, sometimes its hard to keep my temper from getting out of hand. And then of course I feel horrible for yelling and end up apologizing before he does (which itself is a feat). Honestly though, I know this is par for the course, and probably just another phase that he is going through, but battling everyday about something is getting tiring. On the other hand, it also feels so not worth getting stressed over when I think about all the other things about to happen. Thankfully, my nephew is celebrating his bar mitzvah this weekend and we have so much to celebrate as a family. It’s a good thing it is when it is because it’s helping us take our minds off the pending 5th surgery that mom is about to undergo. Every time I think about it I get anxious. I promise to share the full details about her cancer in another post, but to think of her being cut open (again), having to be in the hospital for a week (again), and then home to recuperate for at least 8 weeks (again) just gets to me. This damn cancer. I’ll tell you though she is one of the “lucky” ones who doesn’t need chemo or meds as all of her metastases have been operable. But, the toll it is taking on her both physically and mentally is unnerving. I feel so bad for her and know that she is feeling beyond stressed and trying to put on a brave and happy face. I guess for now let’s try to put it at the back of our minds and have an amazing weekend celebrating what matters; family and life.
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