When I named this blog, I wanted it to represent my desire to help Moms; whether it be by sharing recipes, craft ideas, ways to save money or just to make you laugh by (occasionally) bitching about my journey in parenting; knowing that you might relate on some level. I by no means am an “expert” at anything, but lately I wish that I was.
We aren’t sure why, but over the last couple of weeks, the Boy has started just about every sentence with “Momma/Daddy, I’m sad” or “Momma/Daddy, I’m really sad”. Normally this would be OK if it was over something that is a legitimate sorrow; his dog dying, he hurt himself, he doesn’t feel good, but it’s not.
“Momma, I’m sad”
“Why are you sad”
“You won’t take me to the bouncy place”
“Momma, I’m sad”
“Why are you sad”
“Can I watch Jake and the Neverland Pirates?”
“Momma, I’m really sad”
“What’s wrong now?”
“I need to go potty”
“Momma, I’m sad”
“I know”
“Momma, I said I’m sad”
“OK, why are you sad now?”
“Can I have a freezie pop”
“Momma, I’m sad”
“OH MY GOD Why NOW?”
“I don’t want to eat dinner”
I hate that I am becoming impatient, because I assume that he is only trying to figure out how to express his wants/needs but I’m not going to lie, I may shove something sharp in both of my ears if it continues.
And to make matters worse, my responses lately have been those “Mom-isms” that I swore I would never say:
There are starving Children in Africa that would love to have that food!
It costs money to go to those places and money doesn’t grow on trees!
No T.V., go play outside! It’s a beautiful day!
When I was your age…
At this point, I am not sure which frightens me more; possibly impaling myself or that I am slowly turning into my Mother….