So yesterday was a trying day for me. Some days I wonder how I got the sweetest two year old ever and then other days, well, I don't. Here is a breakdown of my day yesterday.
Morning:
We go to the zoo and after he reaches his much tired point, I end up pushing a stroller and carrying a toddler uphill some of the way. I was exhausted. Check out our zoo pictures in the post below.
Afternoon:
Hayden falls asleep on the way home from the zoo and I am thinking, "oh good, but I hope he transfers well."
We pull onto our little alleyway and what do I see, a huge dump truck pulling a tractor on a large trailer, driving all over my grass while trying to back the trailer up to the next alley. This is not the first time it has happened and it usually ends up in rough terrain and dead grass. Well, watching it for about 10 minutes (they are blocking my driveway) and knowing there is no way I can communicate with the "worker", I am furious! My blood pressure is rising like crazy and I can't wait to lay myself in bed!
Hayden on the other hand, of course didn't transfer so well as I was carrying a load of crap, a carseat, and him into the house. I think, "well, he was soooo tired, he should go right back to sleep." Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! What a joke! Several times I was almost completely out when he would start talking, asking questions, etc. I finally put him in his own room and again, am woken up by Hayden with his fireman hat on and playing around. This scenario is one that is sure to get me completely grouchy for the rest of the day. It has done so many times before. I NEEDED a nap!
I finally give up and throw his binky across the room (he can only have it while sleeping). I don't know why, I was just so frustrated. I go downstairs to stare the ugly, messy house in the eyes, and decide that although my head is pounding and I refuse to take pills while pregnant, I will clean.
Evening:
I attempt to make dinner only to realize I don't have the ingredients I was positive I had. I was without a car since I had left it at my parents the night before. I call him up and he picks us up to take us back to his place where I could retrieve my car.
Hayden and I head to Target. Brave, I know, with the way my day was going. Hayden was surprisingly well behaved for most of the time. That is until this incident. Hayden spots a lady. He tells me, "lady.". I tell him yes and try to play it off. Soon, Hayden is yelling, "LADY." She doesn't turn around so louder, "LADY!" She finally turns around and says, "is he saying, lady?" "Yes, I said, I am sorry, I don't know where that came from." She assures me it's okay and that he is very cute. I just told her to be grateful he recognized her as a lady and not a man. After she starts walking away, he says again, "Lady!" I told him again, "yes," and then he said, "cute shoes!" I guess all he wanted was to let this lady know she had cute shoes.
I grab some chips and put them into the cart. Hayden insists on holding them and so I just give in. He holds them over the edge and says, "drop it?" I told him "no, do not drop those chips!" That was asking for it. He of course does it so I pick them up and slightly tap his hand and say, "No, I told you not to drop the chips!" He smiles, slaps my hand harder, and says, "NO!" He then starts laughing and repeating these actions while others are watching.
It's bath time and I don't know how I can do one more thing. Of course, it was a battle. I try to take his diaper off as he is screaming and clenching his legs together. I finally get it off, but he is now clenching onto the diaper itself. I get him bathed and in pajamas and luckily Brian gets home. I let him do the rest which was easy. Laying in bed while he falls asleep.
So, I tell you this because after all my efforts, I get a little laugh, but mostly feel like a failure of a mom. I have given the day my all, and I feel the crappiest! I love Hayden's age but he is still a two year old!
Hayden goes to a toddler craft class every Monday. This is one of the crafts he made a couple of weeks ago. Well, Hayden has never been okay with the fact that his monster pillow only has one eye. He always tells me, "not done mommy." He always wants me to put another eye on it. Too funny!
This is his kids meal prize from Carls Junior. I hate cheap toys by the way. I can't wait till they break or get forgotten about until they go in the trash. We have plenty of decent toys around the house. Anyways, Hayden kept telling me, "not working mom," "stand up mom." He hated the fact that Igor was slumped over. I kept trying to tell him his back was broken and other excuses but he was just frustrated. This was just not right! I love that he is such a peculiar child. He keeps me laughing constantly!
