Last night my husband and I tucked in our much loved little boy... this morning we woke up to, hmm how to put this nicely, a monster child. He smiled sweetly and greeted us with the usual "hi mummy", "hi daddy" and we both got one of his amazing cuddles, that makes us both melt. Little did we know that this adorable little boy was soon about to change...
It started with the breakfast I lovingly made being thrown on the floor. The washing I folded, tipped and dragged all over the living room. The clothes I put away, pulled out and dragged all over the floor. The freshly made beds, now look worse than they did when I started. The handbag I packed with nappies, snacks and whatever else we mums cart round dispatched to "better" places. Cars being "crashed" into walls. His entire bedroom being thrown down the stairs (maybe a slight exaggeration here but not far from the truth). Toilet paper being unraveled. And the list goes on.
Anyway we finally made it our Plunket check up, with the house more or less tidy and handbag in tact. The Plunket nurse asked all the usual questions. How is he developing? Is he speaking well? Eating properly? Putting on weight? Behavior normal? etc etc. I respond with everything seems to be progressing well, and sprouted on about what a great little guy I had and how well he was learning, you know the proud mum!
She sweetly smiles at me asks if we can weigh and measure him... Well this signals my child to again turn into a monster. He promptly tells the nurse "No I am not taking my clothes off, I am leaving". As he throws himself screaming at the door I try and coax him in numerous ways to take his kit off and get on the scales. He went stiff, then threw himself all over the floor telling me to "leave him alone" and "go away". Anyway you get the picture, he screamed the place down. At this point I am now more than slightly embarrassed. I quickly get his clothes on and apologise and try to make a hasty exit. The very patient nurse asks the monster if he would like a toothbrush? He turns around, stops crying, smiles sweetly at her, takes the toothbrush and says "Thank you toothbrush lady, of see you later". Tantrum forgotten, he happily walks out the door with his new prize and tells everyone he meets on the way out "Thank you toothbrush, see you next time", smiling like he is this well mannered, angelic child.
Now I am sitting here, silently hoping that those noises coming from his room will soon stop, so I can get some work done. The joys of being a stay at home mum running a business! Days like today test my patience, make me want to run screaming for the hills and down a whole bottle of wine!
