Today, I turned 36. Honestly, it wasn’t a very good day. I worked ’til 2 am, got to bed around 4, woke up at 10:45. Picked Jackson up from school, then he talked me into rollerblading while he rode his bike. (Rollerblading is really hard on my knee.) Jackson and I took Firefly (cat #3) for her check up at the vet. When we got home, Jackson wanted to watch movies on my iPhone by himself, so I sorted and started the laundry. I went in to sit and watch with him and he still wanted to be alone. I made a list of all of the things that have to be done before the baby (theoretically) arrives. Jackson still wanted to be alone. I took care of a few computer items, then made quesadillas and soup. Jackson had asked for quesadillas this weekend because he says I’m “an expert at quesadillas.” So I made quesadillas tonight and he didn’t want them. He decided that he didn’t want to go to practice because he was too tired. So, Coach Daddy went to practice and I gave Jackson a bath.
He was good for his bath, but then started bouncing off the walls afterwards. So, he lost his stories. That portion of the evening ended with him declaring that I wasn’t the boss of him, him kicking me from under the covers and telling me to “get out and never come back.”
Just before I started this post, he called, “Mommy, I need you.” We had a talk about his behavior. He said “You’re supposed to treat other people the way you want to be treated.”
Wow – he remembered that. Then he went on, “So you’re supposed to treat me the way I want to be treated.”
A few sentences later, I mentioned that we didn’t like it when he whined.
Jackson: “But I can’t do anything about whining.”
Me: “Daddy and I don’t whine.”
Jackson: “Yeah, but you’re grown ups. I’m just a little kid.”
I told him we’d try to be more patient, and that he needed to try to listen better.
I tried to read him a story. He decided he didn’t like that story and wanted another one, to which I said no. Then he tried to debate the point with me. I rubbed his back for a bit while he argued, then left the room. Max came home from practice and got him calmed down enough to go to sleep.
So yeah. I’m 36 now.