You Know You're In Trouble When...

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

You know you're in trouble when... your 3 year old has become the voice of reason.

No, I'm not joking.

So, a few days ago I hit my pregnancy wall. I am officially over it. Over the constant annoying, non-progressive contractions. Over peeing 62 times a day. Over the back pain. Over being hungry all the time, but not wanting to eat anything. Over waking up 100, 202,3 00 times a night because I'm uncomfortable. Over it.

In 4 days this little guy will be fully baked and at that point he has my permission to come out at ANY TIME.

Okay, so back to my kid being the voice of reason. Given the fact that I am worn down from the last few weeks of pregnancy, my patience has been, how should I say it, um, minimal err non-existent. I've been fine with the LM, but when it comes to anything else I am pretty much a firecracker that is ready to explode any minute. This is where my kid comes in.

Given the amount of time that we spend alone together, he is pretty clued into my emotions. Often if I am frustrated at something he will either ask what's up, or I will "warn" him that "Mommy is very frustrated with X right now, and if you just give me a minute I can talk to you without freaking out." I'm not sure you will find this in any parenting book, but it works for us.

So, the other day we were driving around looking for parking at my new Dr.'s office. (Long story there and I won't bore you with the details, but basically I found out a few weeks ago our insurance no longer covers the hospital I delivered the LM at, so I had to switch practices at 34 weeks. Fun times.) Anyway, my new Dr.'s office is in the middle of the city and parking is a biotch. I allowed extra time for this, but of course, this was the day that EVERYONE and their mother was looking for a spot on the same street. After about 20 minutes of driving around I was late, and about to lose my shit. Que the voice of reason.

"Mom, what's the matter."
"Nothing bud, I just can't find a place to park, and I'm freaking out a bit."
"Why"
"Well, we are late, and I'm not sure we are going to find anything and the garage and the man who parks the cars (the valet) are both full."
"Why"
"I'm not sure, but I'm kind of losing it here so if you give me a minute I'll figure something out."
at this point I would rather ram my car into the wall than keep driving in circles.
"Let me tell you something"
"Really, bud... this is not the time."
"No! Let me tell you something."
"Okay, what is it!"
"Take a deep breath and drive one more time and we will find a spot."
heart breaking for how cute he can be when he wants to.
"That sounds like a good idea."(cause I'll try anything at this point.)
Sure enough the next time around the block there was a spot, and all was again right with the world. 


And then there was yesterday. Yesterday, I has what should have been a 5 minute Dr.'s appointment (clearly the shit only hits the fan when dealing with the doctor) and after waiting an HOUR, in a small room with a 4 year old who was late for his nap I was plotting how to kill everyone when again the voice of reason chimed in.

"Mom, chill out. What's the matter."
"Mommy is just REALLY, REALLY, REALLY frustrated that we have been here for an hour and all I had to do was pee in a cup and have my belly measured."
"Where's the doctor."
"That's a good question. I don't know where she is but I think we are just going to leave because you need a nap and I can't take it anymore."
"I don't need a nap."
"Yes, you do."
5 more minutes goes by.
"Okay we are OUT OF HERE, I can't take it anymore."
"No, Mom... the doctor HAS to look at the baby. I can take a nap when we get home. It's okay."
A few minutes later the doctor apologetically walked in, excused us until next week and the LM took a great late nap. Again, all was right with the world. (Except for the fact that this office SUCKS.)

So basically the moral of this story is 1) I'm batshit crazy, 2) My little man is the calm and logical one, 3) if this baby goes past 40 weeks I'm going to be like Steve Martin where he loses it on the people in the fast food restaurant, 4) I need new insurance because this new doctor's office has become the bane of my existence. and 5) Being super pregnant sucks.

3 comments :

Grace in TN said...

Maybe it's because I am 30 weeks pregnant with a 3 year old, but this is the best blog post I have read in a long time. Little people can be so amazing, and of course I love it when other people normalize my own craziness :).

Chicago Cuisine Critique said...

LM sounds too cute for words. Although we sorta knew that already. Hang in there lady! You are SO close to the end! :)

KelliJ said...

It is SO true. When I get frazzled, my 3.5 year old girl always tells me "It's OK Mommy", and you know what, it's always OK. There are days I KNOW she was put on this earth to be my voice of reason.

All the angst leading up to your next little man will be over soon! Enjoy the 'quiet' before the storm.