I know, it's not really the end of April yet, but I kind of wish it were. This month has been a tough one for us, and my 2008 goals have really suffered.
Here's a perfect example:
Dinner was hours ago and yet Pedro's highchair is still nasty. (I am supposed to be cleaning it right after he eats but that's obviously not happening)
Neither's picking up all my clothes, or learning Excel (I'm starting to wonder whey I ever wanted to learn Excel in the first place, it's been 4 months and I haven't had a need for it. Maybe we'll scratch that one)
I am still hugging my kids and playing piano occasionally and exercising fairly regularly so I guess that's good.
April's been a full month:
- Guapo's dengue
- Julio's strep
- Juan Carlos's birthday party
- Two book club meetings
- Too many books to read
- Musical maids
- Pedro's mysterious arm injury
- A visit from Guapo's folks
- Broken refrigerator
- Broken kitchen pipes
- Other various house problems
Suddenly he's arching his back,
he's climbing up stuff,
he's banging his head on the floor in protest,
he's screaming and crying when I tell him "no",
he's obsessing with a capital "O" over getting his hands on anything with buttons,
he's pulling my hair and pinching my nose and laughing about it.
Tell me - WHERE DID MY SWEET PEDRO GO???
We had to hide the water cooler in Margarita's bedroom after he flooded the upstairs. Now he stands at her door and cries. It's only a matter of days before he learns how to open the door.
(that's a rubber lizard just in case you were wondering)
I know, I know, this is normal stuff-I had just kind of blocked this phase out of my mind and am stunned because it came on so suddenly.
I was not prepared for this and now I'm paying the price.