Monday morning was one of the worst mornings of all time. Jackson refused to participate in life. He did not want to wake up.
He refused to eat breakfast.
He would not get dressed. I had to force off his pajamas and force his clothes on him.
He would not brush his teeth.
It was crazy hair day at his school. I tried to spike his hair up. He completely freaked out so I combed it down.
He then refused to put on his shoes or his coat.
I had to force them on.
(I skipped eating and brushing his teeth. Seriously, I can’t be super-mom every day. Or any day for that matter.)
He cried the entire way to preschool. He said he didn’t want to go. He said he would not go, that he wouldn’t get out of the car.
Once I got him in the building he refused to walk to his classroom. I had to carry him, football style, along with two backpacks into the room. He cried and stomped his feet. Jackson would not even talk to his teacher, who is his most favorite person in the whole world.
She told me to just leave him there. So I did.
I cried on the way out.
Three hours later I picked him up. He was fine.
The teacher said he told her all about his morning. How he didn’t want to get dressed. Or eat. Or do his hair. Or go to school. He also said…
“Sometimes my Mommy is so agitating!”
Right. I’m the agitating one.
I think I’d cry when I had to pick him up. I hear Kindergarten is a bitch.
Well you looked GREAT carrying him in! Some days just SUCK ! His Chicken hat was great this morning though!
Crazy hair day would make my life so much easier!
This kinda sounds like some of my mornings. While I run after my toddler to put her clothes back on, my 6 year old goes back to bed and this repeats a few times.
So ungrateful. I would give anything for crazy hair day. EVen put my clothes and boots on. And drink wine with an agitating one.
AGITATING – some how i think i can relait to that with someone elese !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! / (not to tell stories on any one )it must run in the family / it may have been easer to put him in the shower until he woke up by turning the water from warn to cold i know it will work !!!!!!!! /
Hahahahahahaha!!!!!
Ugh Have a few drinks for me too, because this mom is agitating her two year old!
Hahaha! Sounds like every day around these parts. I have some contrary children who are intent on driving me to the point of alcoholism. Just wait until they are older. I plan to be a big burden. BIG.
Reminds me of that old Fresh Prince song, “Parents Just Don’t Understand”. You’ll have to download that for Jackson so he knows someone understands just how agitating parents can be!
Ha! Agitating.
I guess it could have been worse.
We had this today, although to a lesser degree, from a ten-year-old girl. Maddening.
oh my gosh, thank you for the laugh. my twins are only one, but i can STILL so relate to this post. My son, like yours, is adorable and agitating all at once! And P.S. you made it through that so you ARE Super Mom!
I go through that same thing every Sunday with my 9 year old. I have to tackle her to the ground and peel off her jammies and then stuff her into a dress. Unfortunatly she is super strong and I usually am already in my fancy Sunday clothes. If we taped it we would win on America’s Funniest Videos.
You told us the other day that this was all related to his early separation from you at birth, right? Apparently, he’s still not over it.
I feel so bad for Jackson that he got stuck with such an agitating mom…in the meantime, hook up the wine IV, I say
Have you seen the ragu commercial. “How do you get your kids to eat?” and then the lady says “feed the evil one first.” You may have found your evil one. giggle. Lawd knows I got mine.
So funny! My boy has started saying to me, “Mummy, you make me so angry. If you keep telling me what to do, I’m going to give you time out.”
I’d like to be cross but, seriously? Give me the time out and a bottle of wine. Please.
ALWAYS mummy’s fault!!!!
Oh, those photos ! That first one says it all…”Mum, you’re agitating !”
Well, if we weren’t, it meant we didn’t love them…right ? Right.
Now, go back and have another glass of plonk
Oh yeah, us moms are so agitating! Hahahaha!
Maybe HE needs the glass of wine, eh? If my kids ever used that high vocabulary word, I’d be doing heroin.