what a day

This morning Spencer was being a pill...and in part I don't really blame him because I got him up earlier than he's used to. I had to go weigh in at Weight Watchers at 9 a.m. and I was really trying to have just about everything ready so we weren't running late and Spencer started this thing where he didn't want to put his clothes on. He's naked, still won't put a stitch of clothes on, we're going to be late and my patience had just about run thin. And then my patience just went all out of the window. I forced his clothes on him, then put him in the car so he could not get out while I tried to get everything and everyone else in the car. He had a royal tantrum, screaming, kicking, flailing arms...the whole shebang...the twos weren't so bad, it's the threes I'm worried about :~( So by this time, my emotions were already high, and after I got everything and everyone in the car situated, I got in the car, sat there for a few minutes and had a good cry. Every now and then, it's just something that needs to be gotten out and then I seem to feel better afterwards. So that's what happened. As we're going down the road, I'm not quite sure what Spencer asked me, but I said "Spencer, Mommy doesn't really feel like talking to you right now because of the way that you acted this morning about putting your clothes on." He really didn't say much the whole trip except a few words to Andrew and then after I got done at weight watchers, I ran by WalMart for a few minutes and while I was looking at something, Spencer asked me, "Mommy, are you ready to talk to me now?" I felt a huge lump come up in my throat, swallowed hard though, and told him I was ready to talk to him and that I loved him. I felt horrible about all the things that had taken place this morning...maybe some of them could have been avoided if I had a little more patience...but at the time I really didn't think.

Then, tonight, Mom kept the boys for me because Shaun was working late and I really wanted to go to my sister-in-law's sister's bridal shower because we weren't going to be able to go to her wedding in a couple of weeks. So she was wonderful once again and kept them for me. When we got home, Mom told me that Spencer had said to her before he went to bed tonight that he was going to be a good boy tomorrow because he had made his mommy cry all the way down the road because he wouldn't put his clothes on this morning. I couldn't believe he had remembered everything that had happened. That really tore at my heart strings. I so need to be more patient with my little ones. It's experiences like this that really teach me that sometimes, things that seem to be important at the time, really aren't that important in the grand scheme of things. I probably could have done things a little differently. So I guess I've learned to think about the best solution to the problem I'm facing before acting so impatiently. That's definitely a hard one for me.

Anyways...there are always ups and downs in life. It's what we learn from the experiences that make us who we are...

On a happier note, tomorrow's FRIDAY!! Shaun's off and we might go take the kids to see Shrek the Third. I think the boys are excited. Carson has his six month checkup tomorrow too, so we'll see how he measures up to all those other six month old babies. There can't be too many more who are chunkier :). Happy Friday!!