momma ain't happy...

This weekend was a soldier weekend...
Once a month we have soldier weekends at our house where Rafal goes off to be a soldier for the military and I soldier on at home with a crazy two year old. These weekends are usually a little trying, this one was exceptional...not in a good way! It started Friday night...Rafal surprised me by arranging for our friends to watch Tavish for a couple of hours so we could have a date before we took him to the airport. They claimed to have fed him a turkey sandwich for dinner...all I know is he was wide awake at 12:40 at night and stayed that way until about 3:30 in the morning. I think they spiked his food with something so that we would never ask them to babysit again...anyhoo, of course then I couldn't fall asleep until 5:30 and of course Tavish woke up promptly at 8:00. The first thing he did was knock over my favorite lamp and break it. Then because I was too tired to take him out anywhere, we put together the new wagon we got him (consequently there are some washers misplaced and it kind of rattles, but two hours of sleep and a two year old helping) and went for a walk. He was very excited about "my wagon!" until we got about half way around the block, then he wanted to get out and be carried. He is over 33 pounds, I am not carrying him around the block, that's what the wagon is for...so lots of screaming on both our parts (well, mostly him) and we made it home and went straight down for a nap. I needed to run to the store in the evening because we were down to the last two rolls of toilet paper and I still have flashbacks to my childhood of there never being enough toilet paper and not discovering that until you already needed it. So off to the store we go...they have these nice shopping carts with a little car on the front for Tavish to sit in. We only needed a couple things and I was trying to hurry because the nap didn't really improve either one of our temperaments...and I hear a kid running down the aisle behind me shouting "mom!" and I'm cranky and thinking who is letting their kid run around in the store? Then I look over and it's my kid! So now I'm freaked out that he climbed out of the cart without me noticing and mad at the same time. More screaming on his part as we check out because he doesn't want to be in the top part of the cart now and I most certainly do want him there so I can have a visual on him at all times. He's better once we get home, but I think he has a radar that lets him know when I'm ready to lose it because just when I'm at that point then he starts to behave better. Off to bed early, but not really early enough, and I got to enjoy cleaning the whole house for the rest of the night. Sunday's another day but they are always just awful anyways with church smack in the middle of lunch and naptime, thank goodness for nursery. And thank goodness Rafal is home and soldier weekend is over...


This is at the start of our walk...happy boy sitting nicely in his new wagon



This is our post-walk photo...no shoes, climbing out like he's been sitting on hot pokers and I know you can't really tell but there is a certain glint in his eye and it's not a good one...