Just in time for Mother's Day, I have won the coveted prize of Mother of the Year. After putting my bratty boy (yeah...the one I made fun in yesterday's post for pouting) to bed, I curled up on the couch and thought about how whiny he was. Yesterday was one of those days that the sun and moon weren't aligned properly for him and he cried and moaned and complained (and pouted)about EVERYTHING!
Well, he woke me up about 3am to tell me he was thirsty. Well he was HOT,too. He had a temperature of 103. I felt so so so bad. I was pretty tough on him all day about being "a baby" and crying about everything. Well, DUH. Maybe he felt terrible all day. Poor baby. Mean mommy.
Of course my strict NOBODY SLEEPS IN OUR BED BUT US rule went straight out the window. He brought 6 of his closest(stuffed) furry friends and snuggled his hot little body right next to me and snorted off into dreamland. While I laid there sweltering. And feeling guilty. And laying really really still so he wouldn't wake up. And feeling really really bad that I was so hard on him today. Yet another reminder that you can't get today back, so maybe tomorrow I'll be nicer to my needy little guy. He IS just a baby. (as my buddy Dianne...who has 7 "babies" the oldest 2 in college...would say)
Mom of the year! Whoo Hoo!
3 comments:
Awww. Don't be so hard on yourself.
How were you suppose to know?
Wow you do resemble J. Clever!
Just Kidding.
Poor little guy! I know exactly what you mean though. I am so hard on Abby when she pouts and cries for nothing, only to realize later that there really was a reason for it. And I also beat myself up every time. :) I think it's all in the job title, huh?
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