Supporting my fellow a-hole bro Kristen and joining in the link up today!
(funny story about this picture – B said “Turn down for what” and this is what he did. hahahah)
So, we have a hitter. Sheffield is a hitter. It feels good to just admit it – my kid is a hitter. I had to enlist the help of another fellow a-hole bro to tell me that this is normal and he will eventually grow out of it.
But for now – it’s making us crazy. I mean, he will swat at us when he’s frustrated and sleepy, and he’ll swat at the dog, and he did it to another girl when we dropped him off at daycare this morning. I was so embarrassed – the little girl he did it to was one that has been with him since the beginning, and she is so so sweet.
For right now, we’re following the advice that we were given – which is to take both of his hands and just say OUCH, Sheffield. No hitting – that hurts mommy! And we were warned that this may take awhile until he can verbalize why he’s upset and frustrated. Unfortunately for us, I think that may be awhile, since I think homeboy is on track to be a late talker.
Which of course is something else to worry about. I swear, this parenting thing is just a bunch of non-stop worrying about everything and feeling like you’re a shitty parent ALL THE TIME. I know there is no such thing as a perfect parent, and everyone has their struggles, but it is so hard. You just want what is best for your child, but you never seem to know what that is. Someone needs to write a for real book on what parenting is like – I don’t want all that sugar coated crap — give it to me real. Like what do you do when you are at your wits end, and it’s still three hours until bedtime? Give me those answers.
I love being a mom, don’t get me wrong – but sometimes at the end of a hard day at work, and Sheffield is crying in the back seat on the way home, it’s all I can do to not cry into the steering wheel myself. Have I complained enough for one post? Yes? Ok, then I’m done. Be sure to hop on over and link up with Kristen!!