And of course, I mean this in all facetiousness. I would never physically harm my kid, but oh! The times i like to dream of it!!
As a four year old, my baby is aaaaaaaall boy. And normally, yeah ok, i know this, i'm as ok as i can possibly be about it. I dunno if its the pregnancy or what, but there are days i just dont have the patience to tell him another 47 times to stop chewing with his mouth open, stop slamming the cupboard doors, stop this, quit that...
Today was one of those days. I took him to a play place (Wildwood Highlands, wildwoodpa.com)yesterday even though i really dont need to be wasting the month, spent some $40 on dinner and play time for him, and I asked him for some time today so Mitch and I could look at some houses together because, uh, we'd like to live together after getting married! We went to a few places today and i tried not to be unreasonable. Ididnt ask him to sit still or not run around the houses. Hell, i didnt even ask him not to crawl into the cupboards!! But by the end of the day, i just wanted to string him up by his little cute toenails and devise new tortures to slowly peel him out of his skin and make him behave.
I feel like a horrible mother sometimes.
Is one day really too much to ask?? i KNOW he's only 4. And i try to keep that in perspective.
Ugh. Now i'm just getting frustrated with myself again.
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