Tuesday, 13 July 2010
My cell phone has been broken for a week now. No one has been able to get a hold of me. It hasn't bothered me so much, this flying off the radar. But with the no phone comes the "pop over visit". I don't usually mind those. I didn't mind the last I received, honestly. A good friend stopped by because we haven't been able to talk in a few weeks and she caught me having a pretty bad day.
It's two in the afternoon. There's crumbs all over the floor from poptarts and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. There's milk spilled on the coffee table. There's a banana on a plate on his little table, almost gone. (Yay! He ate it!) There are toys EVERYWHERE. He dumped his living room toy box out and proceeded to push it across the hardwood floors, leaving a clear path between all of his toys but scattering them all over the room.
We had been to the library earlier in the morning, where before we even walked inside, he informed me that I had to "Listen to him" or he was going to "Pank me." And then he 'panked my leg.
What in the heck am I supposed to do when my two year old spanks me in public??? Because I gotta tell you, it's not like I'm tanning his hide at home. Or in public. I fight with myself daily over the whole spanking issue because deep down I don't think it's right. He gets threatened with it and it's obviously loosing it's meaning. I'm at a crossroads here. I either start spanking his butt when he's bad (which is what his dad says to do. And my parents. But not his parents.). Or I can start enforcing time out, hardcore. That seems like a better option, at least to start. I'd rather work my way up to spanking. We've done pretty well up until now.
I don't like misbehaved children. At all. I understand that a two year old is absolutely unpredictable and that there's real no guarantee that they'll be good 100% of the time. But I do like knowing, at least up until now, that taking Layne just about anywhere isn't a big deal. He'll listen. He'll behave. He'll have fun. Because he knows what's expected of him and what's okay and what's not. He slips up, but so far, a stern HEY usually puts him back on track.
I just see us on the brink of a power struggle. The fits are coming more often. The NO SIRS (he calls everyone sir right now. It's kind of funny.) are frequent responses. If he doesn't get his way he's full of attitude and he'll try to smack you. That kills me, too. All I want to do is pop him back! But hitting doesn't teach that hitting is wrong. So I grab his hands and tell him that hitting is not nice and that I won't allow it. Then I bark at him, DO YOU UNDERSTAND? To which he must reply, Yes mama.
And then I feel guilty! Like I'm the biggest jerk in the world! Ugh!
Why does my two year old make me feel bipolar?
Anyway, back to my friend. Sorry about the tangent. She comes over. He's still awake, should be napping. I'm frazzled. And incredibly ready for this little guy to take a nap so I can not think about him for an hour and a half. So far, he's not having it. She comes in and the first things she says is, my my, are you having a bad day?
I just laugh. Yep. We're not having the best of days here at our house.
See, I'm usually pretty on top of stuff. House is clean. Kid is happy. We're on a schedule. Stuff is good. This week hasn't been a good one for us. But that's okay. Bad weeks happen, right?
We sit on the couch and try to talk like adults, but it's just interrupted every five seconds with a question or a response or a reprimand or a request. About fifteen minutes into it Layne's throwing icing at my friend's hair and I've decided that this is just stupid. I plop him in his bed, tell him I love him and that it's nap time. STAY IN BED.
He didn't take a nap that day. But I visited with my friend while he played in his room with his toys, quietly. And when she left, we were both better for it. I think he needed a break from me just as much as I needed one from him. And I'm going to file this away for future reference. When the Dude is obnoxious as sin, stick him in his room and let him annoy himself. :)
Do you other moms have any other ways of dealing with these kinds of situations? I've never been through the "terrible twos" before, so I don't really know how to handle what he's doing. Am I on the right track, at least? I'm a mom in need of some guidance that isn't family given.