This morning was a bit rough for all of us. S and I got very little sleep as we dealt with Baby L's fever and discomfort. The older three slept in. This all made for a busy morning to make sure that A-girl got to her play date and the rest of us got to the Y. Of course the older two started off on the tangent of how they hate the Y.......although they only seem to hate it when I need to go there for something for only me and they have to go to the Kid's Gym......they love it when it is programming for them. Then of course there was trying to get everybody fed. AJ is in this phase (although it has lasted much too long to consider a phase!) where he requests bizarre or non-real things and then fritters time away as he creates a reality for all his interesting things. At times it is purely frustrating from a parenting stand point but I am sure it is beneficial on some other developmental front. This morning, I asked him what he wanted for breakfast. The following conversation resulted.
AJ: an X
Me: What is an X
AJ: Just an X
Me: anything with it?
AJ: I want a bagel with an X
Me: Buddy, Mom doesn't have a lot of time this morning, so what do you want on your bagel?
AJ: an X
Me: Well how does one put an X on a bagel?
AJ (Quite sarcastically): take a knife and make an X in the top of the bagel
Knowing this was going nowhere except to increase my frustration and blood pressure, I took a bagel, put it on a plate and proceeded to make an X on it and placed it in front of him and told him it was ready.
AJ: But I don't want a plain bagel!! (Whining) You want me to eat this? I want it with something on it!
Me: Well I asked you what you wanted on it and you told me an X. I put the X on it and now I have run out of time to help you. I need to help the others and feed the baby.
AJ: I'm not eating then. You will be late because I am not going to eat. I am not eating this bagel, because it is not what I wanted. You are the meanest Mom!! I want a bagel with cream cheese and jam. Mom!!!!! (in his best whining)
Now I am even more frustrated as somehow in me giving him exactly what he asked for, I have been given the "you're the worst Mommy" award which I tend to receive daily if not more frequently for something and he is escalating into meltdown mode and I am certainly going to be late.
He finally decided to make his own bagel with everything that I had left out for him on the counter. Then just when I thought we were going to be able to move forward in getting out the door, he decides to get dressed in the manner that has become his routine......need to be asked at least 10 times to get dressed, leave your pajamas at any point in the house except for the bedroom, decide that what was laid out for you the night before is not what you will wear and then take everything out of the drawer in search of something other than what was laid out, run through the house torturing your sisters with some toy or article of clothing just to stir them up and keep you from getting dressed, lose the socks laid out for you somewhere in the house as they were used for a soccer ball and no longer visible, dump out all the K'Nex to start your next creation and then throw a huge fit when told to finish getting dressed and ready and if there is time you can play, decide that maybe you weren't finished breakfast yet and go back for more, start to brush your teeth and get distracted, and leave your poor mother frazzled as the above has taken about an hour when if you had of just gotten dressed and ready to go it would have taken less than 10.
Miraculously, I made it to the Y with about 3 minutes to get on the pool deck. Hopefully tomorrow there will be no requests for an letter on a bagel!!