I have heard, and experienced, the Terrible Twos. . .what is it called when they get to Three??? Terrifying Threes??? Tempermental Tantrum Threes??? Tyrranical Threes??? Well, by whatever name you pick, it isn't pleasant.
Aidan was so not good during the first part of this past week. It left me drained and exhausted. It was all I could do for a couple of days to just get through the day. It finally came to a head on Wednesday morning when he purposely spilled his orange juice on himself, the chair and the floor--and yes, when you pick up the cup and turn it upside down on top of yourself, it is on purpose--just about 5 minutes before we had to leave. I stripped him down, started to swat his behind but didn't, and sent him to his room so I could clean up the mess in peace. I started crying. . .I was so upset with him! I had myself under control again when I got upstairs to re-dress him, but I was still sniffling. Well, apparantly my crying broke through his haze of Threedom because he was really upset that I was upset!! He wanted to cuddle and comfort me and he kept telling me he was sorry!! I let him. I had a flash of insight that told me that he needed to do this and how wonderfully excellent it is that, in spite of it all, he has incredible empathy and sensitivity! I think that that is a really good sign of what kind of person he will be as he grows so I really want to encourage that behavior. After that, the rest of the week went really well and any time he started to act up I asked him if we needed to have another talk, at which time he straightened up immediately. Amazing.
Last night, our church hosted a Parent's Night Out. The Youth Group watched the children in our Parish Hall from 5:00 to 10:00 and we were free to do whatever we wanted. So, we dropped Aidan off at 6:00 and headed into town for our first solo date in about 15 months. It was heavenly. We walked around town and found a new restaurant--A Cajun Experience--I had the Shrimp Maque Choux and Pat had the Sausage Red Beans and Rice:
It was awesome! Then we went to listen to the Accoustic Concert on the Town Green and then finished off the evening with a nightcap at Lightfoot Restaurant before heading back to the church to pick up Aidan. The only fly in the ointment was that it started to rain, again, on our walk back home.
And so, we begin a new week. . .oh and by the way. . .my birthday is coming! You know how I know??? The Fireworks Stands are back!
My birthday is one week before Independence Day, so when I was little, that was how I knew my birthday was coming. : )
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I like your nicknames for threedom because we're almost right there and I was trying to come up with a few myself! I'm so glad Aidan could understand that you were hurting too. How much they soak in amazes me. I hope you have a great week this week!
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