I don’t “vent” on here very often. It’s just not what I am about. But today. I need to vent.
Yesterday morning I yelled at The B Man. We all yell on occasion, right? But let me back up a little. …
We had storms on Monday night and Tim is gone AGAIN. The B Man wanted to sleep with me due to the fact that he was freaked out by the thunder and instead he fell asleep on the sofa and I left him there until almost 10 p.m. when I then took him to his bed.
On Tuesday night he asked if he could sleep in my bed because he was “scared” (just a general term he likes to use to pull on my heart strings) and he felt like he’d gotten cheated the night before since he passed out with no debate.
So I capitulated. Bad idea. I slept horribly. I don’t know why. Maybe I worried about him waking up or having an accident in my bed. Whatever it was, it DIDN’T work.
So today, I was GRUM-PY! And this morning The B Man would NOT LISTEN and after the 3rd time of telling him to get his shoes on so I could load the kids in the car for the Wednesday morning drop-off marathon, I blew a fuse. In a major way. He cried. I felt guilty. Classic.
Me tired + him not listening = fuse blowage. Lovely.
Part of it too is that it’s just getting harder and harder to have Tim gone every other week. And… there is no end in sight. He will be home for 2 weeks straight because of Thanksgiving so I guess I should be THANKFUL for that…and I am. But still, it’s really hard not to have him here some days. And on the days he’s gone sometimes I just want someone else to bathe them or wipe a face. Or, I just want to be able to go to Target at 8 p.m. if I “need” to.
There are a million other things I need to blog about right now but I needed to get this off my chest.
And also…. can an 18-month old hit the “terrible two’s” early because that may be going on here, (Little G is 18 months on Saturday…) which only adds to my “mood.”
So, is there anything you need to vent about? If so, I’m here to listen…
P.S. Despite it all, they’re still cute. Check it.