Hurricane Noel From The Navy Lodge...
Yikes, it is super-windy and raining outside! I guess the tail end of Hurricane Noel is going past. I have been outside of our little room exactly once today...an ill-fated trip to Barnes & Noble. Silly me, to think that it might make my lodgebound children (one in particular) happy to go and play with the train table in the children's section. He was happy with it while there was one other little boy there. As soon as a couple more little guys showed up, he started throwing a fit, and throwing trains. Not at the other kids, at least!
We had to beat a hasty retreat. I really hate it when Josiah behaves in this way, but the thing I hate the most are the "looks" from the other mothers there. I try to tell myself that their kids have all had their days. It's sorta hard to believe when it's yours who's acting up. I've definitely been there on days when Josiah is being an angel and the other little boy is stealing trains from him or throwing tantrums. I hate that it's such a toss-up. Sometimes we'll take him somewhere and he'll behave so incredibly well...and other times, things like this happen. If only we could somehow test his blood or something. His ornery level. If only they had some litmus paper designed to test todddlers' predicted level of badness.
He's currently sitting on a chair facing the corner. It's our version of the naughty step. Who knows if it's doing any good.
This is our first day stuck almost all day within the confines of the Navy Lodge/bunker. It's nice enough and I bought a mum and some Yankee candles to "homey" up the place, but it's still a hotel room. This morning I did all of our laundry. Hans' diesel-smelling clothes from yesterday. The fuel ate little holes all over the cuffs of his jeans. Hans and Josiah got haircuts, Annie got a bang cutting from me.
At least, I keep reminding myself, here we are, safe and sound in the bunker. If we were in the house, it would be a drafty, cold, leaky day. Here in the bunker, we are staying very nice and warm and cozy!
We had to beat a hasty retreat. I really hate it when Josiah behaves in this way, but the thing I hate the most are the "looks" from the other mothers there. I try to tell myself that their kids have all had their days. It's sorta hard to believe when it's yours who's acting up. I've definitely been there on days when Josiah is being an angel and the other little boy is stealing trains from him or throwing tantrums. I hate that it's such a toss-up. Sometimes we'll take him somewhere and he'll behave so incredibly well...and other times, things like this happen. If only we could somehow test his blood or something. His ornery level. If only they had some litmus paper designed to test todddlers' predicted level of badness.
He's currently sitting on a chair facing the corner. It's our version of the naughty step. Who knows if it's doing any good.
This is our first day stuck almost all day within the confines of the Navy Lodge/bunker. It's nice enough and I bought a mum and some Yankee candles to "homey" up the place, but it's still a hotel room. This morning I did all of our laundry. Hans' diesel-smelling clothes from yesterday. The fuel ate little holes all over the cuffs of his jeans. Hans and Josiah got haircuts, Annie got a bang cutting from me.
At least, I keep reminding myself, here we are, safe and sound in the bunker. If we were in the house, it would be a drafty, cold, leaky day. Here in the bunker, we are staying very nice and warm and cozy!
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I think that if you could come up with a theory and then a fix for the ornery child you and yours could retire right now. One minute they make you so proud and the next it's O my God you wish you were someplace else. Some people never do learn to share, like me for instance. It'll all work out, trust me.