Sigh

I've already given myself 2 time-outs, and it's barely past lunchtime. I'm really not sure I'm going to survive the 2-year-old stage with Logan. He is wearing me out!

Tantrums are a daily occurance now. At least a few each day. Last night he had two full-blown screaming tantrums while I was trying to shop at Target. I got some pretty dirty looks from other adults, who thought they could parent my child much better than I can. It's a great lesson for me, because I've thought that at times. But this is not my first child! I think I'm aware of how to discipline a child, and I even think I'm pretty patient and don't yell a lot, so why is he acting like this?! After leaving Target, I drove back to Brynlie's dance studio, where she was in class. I had stopped at Steak-n-Shake for some chili for all of us (there are real advantages when Ryan is traveling, such as I don't do a lot of cooking). I opened my car door and had the kids sit on the sidewalk while I got everything out of the bag and situated. I put the 4 bowls of chili on the edge of the van, where you step up to get in the driver seat. When I turned around for a moment, Logan came up and SLAMMED the car door, making the chili fly EVERYWHERE! {sigh} I was doing my best to clean it up, when I turned around and he had taken Lindsey's entire bowl of chili and poured it on the sidewalk in front of the dance studio door. I had no more napkins, so I had to wait there for 15 more minutes, warning all the parents and kids who were coming/going to not step in the chili, which they all thought was puke. It was rather embarrassing. When we cleaned up the mess and finally got back in the car, I kept sighing and talking to myself for a few minutes. Lindsey, who is so sensitive and doesn't like anyone to ever be frustrated, said, "Mom, I'm so worried about you. You just seem so frustrated all the time lately." So I tried my hardest to find the situation the slightest bit funny and have a positive attitude. Brynlie told me I should put the story on my blog so I could laugh about it later. So there it is.

I pulled out the camcorder today and got one of Logan's enormous tantrums on film. I figure we should film him, so we can have proof someday that he was . . . .difficult at times. He was throwing a fit that time because he couldn't get the cord on the mixer to complete retract. He kept screaming at it and throwing himself on the floor.

Fun times! I drove all over town today, trying to find a carwash that shampoos carpets, so we could get the horrible chili smell out, and possibly even save some of the interior from having permanent chili stains. But no luck. I guess I will go call a carpet cleaning company and pay big bucks.

When I called Ryan late last night to tell him goodnight, he was in his hotel room watching TV. I didn't want to sound like a complainer, so before I talked about my day at all, I asked him how his day had been. His answer? "One of the best days I've ever had!" I was hoping he was being sarcastic, but no such luck. He was partying with millionaires, golfing on a beautiful course where he had his best game of all time, having steak and lobster for dinner, and relaxing in his own King sized bed. {sigh, sigh, sigh} How do I respond to that? I think I came up with something like, "Oh, wow! That's just fabulous! I had a similar kind of day . . ."