to answer your question…
Recently I had a post that talked about what a sweetheart my boy can be. Jessie’s comment really made me laugh though. Yes, E can be an absolute sweetheart, but he is also still a holy terror. My morning, for example.
It all started last night when I went to bed, suddenly I couldn’t breathe and I knew I was getting sick again, already, less than a week after getting rid of the last sinus infection. I didn’t sleep well and this morning when Elijah woke up and called upstairs as usual, “Mama, come down here,” I said, “why don’t you come up here for a little while?” He said “ok,” I think… but I fell asleep and he didn’t come upstairs.
Maybe a half an hour later I woke up again and went straight downstairs. Elijah was standing right down there with that three-eyed duck (a little container of bubbles. He’s already opening it and asks me if he can blow bubbles.
“Not in the house,” I tell him as I head to the bathroom, stumbling in pain and misery. “WHY!?” he screams. Already it’s started. “Because I SAID SO.” I use that a lot lately. “WHYYY!?!?” I take it away, put it above the fridge, and head to the bathroom. I’m also reminding him that he’s not supposed to be getting into my purse (that’s where the duck was, deep in there, at that).
And then I see it.
There’s eye shadow on my make-up bag. Opening the eye-shadow compact, well, what you see there, that’s what I was presented with. Yes, adding insult to the injury of me knocking my good concealer pencil into the toilet yesterday, Elijah got into my Mary Kay eye shadow and just beat it all up. It didn’t stand a chance. In fact, looking at the photo, it doesn’t look as bad in the photo as it really is for some reason. Much is unusable now I’m sure.
So, there in the bathroom, I spanked him. Then I sent him to the couch where he went begrudgingly and started to scream at me. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry!” (Screaming, however, does not convey to me that he was, indeed, sorry.) “HEY!” “I DON’T WANT TO SIT ON THE COUCH!” “YOU SAY YOU’RE SORRY!” Etc. So that got him in more trouble. So I yelled that he should go to bed and lay down. The more he screamed, the longer, I told him, he had to stay there.
The whole time he’s screaming from bed, I’m trying not to puke. Stupid sinuses.
I guess what made me really mad is that some of that eye shadow isn’t available anymore. I had to buy some of it in E freaking Bay to get it. Those are the two that I have “back ups” of. The rest I get to go buy again. Sigh.
And then, you know, after I had a little talk with Elijah about how he’s a big boy and he knows to stay out of Mommy & Daddy’s stuff and he got the hug he’d been screaming for the last few minutes… well the dog decided to throw up on the edge of his bed where it ran off and to the edge of the wall where it seeped into the corner where the carpet meets the other room and yeah, that was fun to clean up.
So that’s how my day started and then it continued with a massive sinus headache and the pressure in my ears again, the sore throat, you name it.
So to take some more medicine, I needed to eat something. Got a can of biscuits out of the fridge but couldn’t get the stupid things open. Started slamming it on the edge of the counter liek I always do but slammed harder and harder and harder until… the package exploded and four of them went flying out onto the floor.
Then later? Never mind, that’s enough. Today sucks.
I just can’t win lately.
