Roses and Thorns

Some days give you roses and some days give you thorns. Today was a prickly day. Work on the homefront and at the office was somewhat of a bear. I talked to Zane today around 12:30pm and him and Soren were just leaving the zoo. Zane sounded somewhat distraught so I asked what was going on. His reply -"He is being such a little monster today" - he being our little bundle of joy. Unfortunately, I had had a recent dose of the little monster on Saturday so I could feel his exhausting pain. While Daddy was holding down the very trying fort, I was dealing with a bunch of dingdongs all.day.long!!

When I got home, the little man was still napping so I had approximately 7 minutes to decompress from the drive home until I was kicked into Mommy action. At first I was hopeful that maybe things would be different since I was home and Soren had over a two hour nap. Boy, was I wrong. As soon as I got Soren out the crib and on to the changing table it all broke loss - the screaming that is. It was so absolutely nuts that only put the diaper on and decided to wait to put the wrap on until Soren could be consoled. At this point I could tell, this evening was going to be testy.

While Zane was preparing dinner, I somehow managed to tame the beast with small toys and stainless steel bowls. The bonus for tonight was that Soren was very interested in partaking in dinner - spaghetti! After dinner things were not much better. We both had that feeling that if I have to give this boy one more time out I am going to go crazy. When we got to this point, we both were feeling like what is going to work to calm this boy and get him to listen - consistency, consistency, consistency, at least that is what I kept trying to tell myself, and the fact that parenting is the hardness, but most rewarding job in the world.

After a little bit I decided a change of scenery was an order so Mr. Butter Bean and I headed outside with the toy lawnmower and some bubbles - it was Daddy's turn to decompress. This worked. We still had a few meltdowns, but that's okay. 25-30 minutes later we ventured back inside for a bath, snack with milk, and bedtime. Oh bedtime, some times you really are a glorious thing!

Here's to a better day tomorrow. One that is filled with renewed patience and more creative ideas. Night.