Everyday our children do things to us that test our patience, time and time again.
Yet, we survive. We survive on very few hours of sleep, we survive having our hair pulled, we survive cleaning up vomit from the back seat of a car, and we survive having food thrown around the house. We break up fights, we clean markers off the couch, and we act like clowns to get our babies to eat. All these things are more or less daily occurances, things that are now part of the 'new' way of living, right?
Isn't it amazing, how every single day, we solve epic battles in a house filled with... children? We are basically every profession, rolled up into one.
Please, tell me - is there a harder job than that of a mom? I think not.
Friends, we have now officially entered the tantrum stage with our otherwise perfect and oh-so-well-behaved 2 year old.
It just happened one day - he woke up, and decided to make life a little more difficult for his mommy. Anything will set him off. Although, to be honest, for the majority of they day, he is well-behaved. But when he wants his own way - watch out, world!
The other night, I took Dimitry upstairs for his bath - which he usually loves. I managed to take off his clothes with no problem, and then removed his pull-up diaper after I placed him in the bath.
The screaming commenced.
The tantrum only a 2 year old is capable of acting out.
"Back on! Back on! Back on! Back on!" Dimitry was saying, while crying at the same time, motioning for me to put his diaper back on.
"Sweetie-pie, I can't put it back on, I ripped it off, and it's soaking wet now! See? Look how big it's getting... diapers are not supposed to be in water... Let me get you a new one?"
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo... diaper... back on! Wahhh!!!!"
"Look, let's play with your favourite duckies, instead... here you go!"
Before I knew it, the duckies had made it half way across the room.
"DIAPER!! DIAPER!!! BACK ON!!!!"
"How about I get you a new one? I can't put that diaper back on."
At this point, the diaper, having been sitting in a bath full of water, was now the size of a watermelon, weighing about 20 pounds.
He would not let me get rid of it. He kept insisting I put it back on him.
I didn't know what else to do, so I called for back-up.
"HON? I NEED HELP!!! COME QUICKLY!!!"
My husband and 4 year old came running up the stairs, wondering what all the commotion was about.
"He wants his old diaper on! Look! I can't put it back on! He won't stop screaming! HELP ME! I don't know what else to do!"
My 4 year old decided to get in the bath with his brother. Which made Dimitry stop crying.
But then, Christos decided to pee on Dimitry.
So I had to empty the water, and fill the bath-tub again.
And then I got a bucket of water thrown on my newly dry-cleaned pants.
At which point, I sighed, yet again, and brought out the foam letters.
This all took place within a 30 minute period.
It truly is amazing I don't drink more wine on a regular basis, no?