Can I please go Back to bed?

Today is just one of those days. I have no clever stories. No anecdotes about Kiddo or Hubby or life in general. Kiddo has been crying and whining since the moment he woke up this morning. He has already been in time out twice and it is only 3:00. I have turned off his beloved Little Einsteins and we sit here in silence except for the incessant fake cry of my red faced, snotty Kiddo. He wanted to watch the episode with the Big Jet and the Little Red Train so I put it on and he wailed. Why? Who knows. I don't think he even knows. I took away his cup earlier. He wanted to drink his water without a lid and refused to stay in the kitchen. I warned him 3 times then the cup had to go. More tears. More sobs, more snot and redness.

He now stands on tip toe looking on to the kitchen counter, picking up one-by-one little black beans that had fallen from a candle dish a couple of nights ago. The dish sits high above our heads on a shelf only accessible by ladder or standing on a dining room chair, and I simply haven't had the energy to put them back since Kiddo's HEB balloon knocked them down the other day. Kiddo picks up a bean, runs to me and says "here Mommy, shu sha duh dis duh one". I'm not sure what that means, but after a couple of times I can't help but smile. Today has been an emotional roller coaster with him.

I hate being mean. I hate having to be a disciplinarian. I want to be the one who is always nice and fun and a comfort; not scary and yelling and punishing. Is he old enough to understand all this yet? Does he know that even though I take things away and make him sit in his time-out chair that I still love him?

The crying is over, his little sandals are back on his feet and he is once again gallivanting around in the back yard in nothing but a pajama top and a diaper. I have already had to scrub dog poo off his bare feet twice today. He ruined a pair of jogging pants this morning running around in our sludge pit of a yard. He refuses to wear clothes today even though it is only 57 degrees out side. It is one of the few sunny days we've had in weeks - I had thought we might go to a park today; perhaps to the store so I can finally return those items that have hung in a bag on my door since the new year. No. Not today. I am already too tired and if we left now he would be a nightmare and we would not get home before Hubby. What the heck am I cooking for dinner?

Ugh, crying again. This time I had to put the dog in time-out because she thinks a tennis ball is hers and keeps hiding it from Kiddo. I tried to get her to drop it, and she decided to play Pit Bull and growl at me. That DOES NOT FLY in my house so she is in her kennel with a cover. I tried to explain to Kiddo that the dog is in time-out and he thinks I am punishing him. Man, I am just trying to protect him - how do I explain that? "Where Ty-wer? Where dee go?" "Wahhhhhhh!" "Ty-wer come ouT!" "Ty-wer no nigh, nigh! Where dee go?" "Wahhhhhh!!!" *sigh* Sometimes I wish he didn't love her so much.

I either need a hunk of chocolate the size of my head or a stiff drink. Since I have neither, a soda and some Hershey's kisses will have to do.

Until,
D :/