Aw cute...
I asked Seamus to go pick up his shoes that he randomly deposited in the middle of the family room. He listened right away and ran to drop them in the shoe basket. Immediately after putting them down, he jumped up and down, clapped above his head and yelled "I did it! I did it!" Then he ran to me and gave me (or really, my leg) a hug and said, "I so proud of you, Mommy!!" Well, at least he knew pride was part of the equation. :)
Aw hell...
I had lots of extra coffee today. Why? 1:07am. Seamus stirs in his room. Stirring turns to crying. Crying turns to scampering into my room. Scampering turns to begging. "Meeeeeeelk. Mommy. Want meeeeeelk. Meeeeeeeelk. Now Mommy, now!!" Pissy as I am, I know he's not going to bad to sleep without a sippy full of white stuff. I go and get it, bring it back up to him and we try to settle in bed. Mind you, his brothers are already in my bed, so now we're really crowded. Which Seamus is so not a fan of. Off and on until 5am, I am treated to, "Aidan - stop touching me." "Aidan, move hand." "Mommy! Aidan touching meeeeeeee" "No, Aidan, no!!" and so on. Not that this stopped at 5am. 5:26am, if you really want to know the details. That's just when the "meeeeeelk" beggings picked back up. We were out of milk, so I managed to talk him in to apple juice. I went into a comatose state until they all got out of bed at 8am. I did not go back to sleep, but I just could not get up then. But Grammy was here and she was downstairs by the time I pulled myself out of bed, so they had some supervision.
Aw $*(#$@#(*...
I wasn't going to post this story, in case anyone decided they needed to drop a dime on me and call CPS. But, what the heck. I'm among friends. Or strangers who hopefully can't track me down. Tonight post dinner, post bath, the boys are playing and I'm cleaning up. I realized I needed something from the van, which is outside in the driveway. I started downstairs and Seamus said "I wanna come, Mommy." Whatever floats your boat, kiddo. I grab what I need, Seamus shuts the van door for me (he loves to do that) and I realize one of the interior lights is on. I go back in to fix it and I see Seamus head back to the garage. I shut the door again, stand in the driveway for about 30 seconds to make sure all is now right in the van and head back inside. I go to finish cleaning the counter, glancing into the family room and think I hear all the boys, to whom I yell "we're all upstairs in 2 minutes, kiddos." Then about 30 seconds later the doorbell rings. I stop dead in my tracks and go to open the door - and find a sobbing Seamus. In between hysterics and gulps of "I scared!" he tells me "I went for walk Mommy." Riiiiight. Good plan. And even better parenting. I have spent the last 45 minutes trying not to think of what could have happened.
2 comments:
Oh, poor you! That is the worst feeling.
I took B for a walk on Friday and forgot to strap him back into his stroller. As we started to cross the street, I heard something drop and turned to pick up my phone. I don't know what happened, but when I turned back, B was in the street having fallen out of the stroller. This is a busy intersection, but luckily the light was in our favor and no one was moving. The cabbie in front of me wagged his finger at me. Um, yeah, because I was TRYING to dump my kid in the street.
He skinned his knees, and as we walked home, there was a lot of "owie, mommy." Ugh...
oh, you just made my day, Jami! one good thing about us not living closer - Shea and Brendan would be off roaming the streets together!!
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