So yesterday was one of THOSE days.  You know, the ones that make you want to run for the hills.

Or in this case, it made me want to run back to one of those cushy office jobs that I used to have.  Where I spoke with ADULTS all day and didn’t have to constantly pull a climbing toddler off of the furniture.

C is really living up to his “monkey” nickname.  He climbs on everything.  All the time. And this kid got his dogged determination from me.  It might help him later in life, but right now it’s just providing me with prematurely gray hair.

I can’t distract him from anything.  He will not be deterred.

Yesterday went something like this:

“Good job eating your spaghetti, C!”


C: throws handfuls of spaghetti at Mama’s light gray pants


“ARGHHHHHH!  We don’t throw food!”


C: throws more spaghetti onto the floor


I clean off his hands and face, put him down, rip off my pants and try to salvage them with some Shout stain remover.  Less than a minute later, I return to the living room and find C halfway up the back of the couch pulling at the vertical window blinds.




C: laughs


I pull him off.  He immediately climbs back up.  I’m still not wearing pants.


Bring him into the bedroom so that I can get some pants.  He starts climbing on the elliptical.


“No C, we don’t play on the elliptical.  You can get hurt.  Mama doesn’t want you to get hurt.”


C: smiles, and goes right back to the elliptical.

You can basically repeat this entire scenario for the rest of the day.  I was completely exhausted and at the end of my rope, so to speak, by the time C went to bed.  I never knew that parenting a toddler was so mentally and physically demanding!

Oh, and to top it all off, we’ve been having major issues with the credit card company – all because we changed our address.  More to come on that tomorrow…

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