I'd like to think I am typically a calm and even tempered person. I don't usually lose my temper or yell, but if I do.....my buttons have been long passed pushed.
These last two days have been testing my sanity. I am not sure what it is about Max's new screaming fits. It's as if he can reach an octave that paralyzes my body. Like baby kryptonite. It mentally brings me to my knees. I caught myself twice yelling "cut it out" to Max. And then immediately after feeling like a horrible mother. I finally had to pull a Charlotte. (Have you seen Sex and the City Two? Then you know what I am talking about.) I literally had to take a moment and hide. But once I was in the bathroom, I was now what. I can't hide in here forever.
I had to remind myself that he was probably acting out because he was either hungry, tired, thirsty, wet or bored. Going down the list I figured out he was just bored. We hopped in the car and went to a park. Although he was happier, every time I redirected him, or saved his life from becoming concrete mush he'd belt out that scream. As if I was pulling his toe nails off.
I had to take a LOT of deep breaths. I kept telling the hubby that Max was trying to kill his mama.
OMMMMM, deep breath, OMMMMMM
Nothing can really sooth my mood. No wine, no venting. Just a bed and hopes that tomorrow brings some peace, and maybe a muzzle. I am kidding of course.
And to think I wanna bring another lil monster in to the mix. I must of lost my damn mind.