A Penitent Dad
Sorry, Boyo.
What a morning. We rose early and Boyo was cranky from the moment he came downstairs. Crying about everything. EVERYTHING. Shut the hell up. Honestly. I can't take this stress in the morning. Shut your bloody pie-hole. Shut up. Shut-up-shut-up-shut-up-shut-up!
Crying about the cold.
Crying about the socks.
Crying about the cereal.
Crying about the cantaloupe.
Crying about the spilled milk.
The boots are too tight. The mittens are too long. The hat is too itchy. I don't want to go to school.
Christ, are you retarded?
No, I'm not! Whaa-a-a-a-a-a!!
I've completely had it and I'm going to kill some one. We finally get out the door and into the deep-freeze (it's so cold even I'm wearing a tuque) when The Woo calls out: "Maybe he's coming down with something."
P-shaw. He's going to school or I'll be going to prison.
In the school, it's a fight to get all his gear off and I'm sweating from the heat. I throw him into his class and wish the teacher good luck as I head to the coffee shop. The minus-one-billion-degree cold hits my face again and I seem to come-to. Whoa. What did I just do.
I pause on the sidewalk and hold my head. What the hell's my problem? He likely is coming down with something. Crap. Sometimes I need to slow down. I should have known something was amiss. Maybe I need a good cry. I'm still reeling inside from the holidays. I took a month off typing here for fear of a break-down. The Christmas season does that too me. I need to shed some of this internal angst. I need a release. I certainly don't need to take it out on any one else.
I have to pick him up in one hour, but first I'm going to Sweet Thrills to get him some jelly-beans. Those are his favourite.
With words today.
13 Folks say:
Cut yourself some slack. We (parents) all make mistakes from time to time, we all get overwhelmed and say or do things that we later regret.
Without trying, you'll make it up to him today.
"He's going to school or I'll be going to prison."
Yep, it has been that kind of week over here, too. I blame "holiday lag," and possibly a shortage of beer.
And what is with the crying? Ever since the holiday break, my son has alternated between wailing and gnashing his teeth. He finds 1001 new things to argue with me about each and every day.
Don't fall for it: Lorenzo missed school yesterday because he was acting all out of sorts during the morning rush and I figured it was better to play it safe, considering the horrible bugs that have been going around, but the minute his dad left to bring his sister to school, the truth came out - one of the other boys has a picture of the Hulk in his backpack that he is afraid of.
BTW, I finally saw the new Hulk movie & I pretty much hated it, eye candy aside.
Ugh. Have SO been there.
oh you kill me....
Three thoughts:
Everyone's been there - we have to cut ourselves as much slack as we do everyone else.
This is why zoos have to remove the lion cubs from the area where their dad is. Because when they complain that their mane is too hot and itchy he eats them.
Jelly beans have magic healing powers.
My son's been awful... I thought he was coming down with something too, but so far nothing. Just preschooler tyranny.
you suck, dude.
*kidding!*
we all have mornings like that. hope he isn't coming down with something, and that the jellybeans have done their job.
I feel for you, man.
Today was a work from home day for me and I felt like the kids were going to drive me crazy.
2 hours to clean up their messes, OVER 2 hours to do their homework, an hour to get their bath. Bed time couldn't come soon enough!
Been there. Just remember that a lot of guys end up going out for a pack of smokes and just keep on going. Not us at-home-dads though. That's what separates the men from the boys.
That, and jelly beans.
Yep, we've all been there. Anyone who says we haven't is lying. And you're pretty brave to write it all out. We all have those days and they all have their whiney ass days and yet we still manage to all love and need one another. Family, what a gas!
Hey, thanks for writing about it: we all get like this, and it helps when someone admits to it.
Yesterday, Munchkin told me she wanted Daddy to come home to her home with her, and then I was going to be "gone forever". Banished. I came REALLY close to just walking out.
Gin helps.
I love that you write this so honestly. we have all been there and it is awful and we feel like shit afterward. But you saw it and caught it and sometimes yes. We do need to slow down.
It helps to know there are other parents out there also get to feeling this way.
Truly.
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