Let’s talk about Wednesday.
By 5pm I was hovering somewhere near the ceiling as I watched this woman who looked exactly like me yelling at her 3 year old. He was defiantly sitting stone statue still and the woman (whose head was about to pop off) was yelling GIVE ME A HIGH FIVE!
I’ll back up.
Around 8:30am we piled the kids into the car because we needed to drop Jerry off. We drove through rush hour and home again only to find the plumber sitting on our porch because we made it home 15 minutes after our scheduled time. He came in and got to work while I got Calvin ready for his nap. Oscar was happily watching the Australian show Bananas in Pyjamas which I sortof dig, but also hate because seriously, who spells pajamas with a Y? Also, they are really flaky. Also, can they not throw on some jeans once in a while? Just sayin.
As the afternoon wore on and naps were over, I realized it was just going to be one of those days. Oscar decided it would be a good time to exercise his independence along with with his lovely 3 year old attitude and consequent tantrums. Hey, this is what being a mom is all about, I thought. I have it pretty good. My kids sleep well and they are cute. We can’t have it ALL right?
So I discipline in love and this time love happened to be spelled T-I-M-E-O-U-T.
Typically, when time out is over we talk about the infraction and give each other a kiss and a hug and get on with our day. However, at the ripe old age of 3, Oscar has discovered that the closing kiss/hug is my weakness and he refused. What a smart little dude to know my achilles and refuse my love!
And refuse it he did.
Oooooh the flames. The FLAMES of ‘oh NO he didn’t” rose up within me. There would be no moving on. There would be no closure! The anger at this point was off the charts. His defiance. My indignation. Even Calvin was all DUDE, just kiss her so we can go to Target and get MOAR YOGURT!
Two time outs later I decided to lay off a little. Go with the cool mom approach. (dumbest idea ever)
Ok then give me a high five and we can move on. (never negotiate with hostile forces)
OSCAR! (never show your cards)
Listen to your MOTHER and GIVE ME A HIGH FIVE RIGHT NOW!
(NEVER get into a battle of wits with a Cicilian, when DEATH is on the line!)
Oscar:1 | Mom:0
This isn’t over.