Love Me Not So Tender

The Boy is brutal. Ruthless. A savage.
he hates me.

He has been coming out with such little gems such as "Don't want you for a mommy", "don't like you", "don't want you", "go away", "bad mommy", "You're NOT my mommy".
Most of these were in the course of one day. And up until that point? We had had a blast. I wonder what he'll say to me when we have a bad day??!!

I honestly try not to take it personally..he also does it to his beloved Nana. Trying to remember he is clinging to his male role models (and I am SO thankful to have 2 great men around, day by day trying to teach him to be a good person, and a strong, good man some day). But still. I try not to react, I try to say "I love you, even tho you don't like me", all that crap. But it still really hurts. Oh! And the best part? He furrows his brows together, and points a single tiny finger in my direction when he is saying it.

Now I know why people want another baby once their first one hits 2 years old..a little helpless creature that can't talk back and hurt you so badly.
Maybe we'll look into getting a puppy.

Take my baby, please!

This little phase of anarchy and defiance can end ANY DAY now. We have had a really tough morning. It started out great, he was giggling, silly, and pretty laid back. Then, it all changed at 9am. His twin evil spawn side raged on to the scene with ferocity.

For the first time ever (trying to see the silver lining thru the hurricane clouds) he got undressed by himself. Diaper and all. That began the peeing on the floor. The carpet. The Toilet. The stairs. Everywhere. Cleaned up all that, and got him redressed after some stern words. 20 minutes later, he again is completely naked, holding the diaper with the morning movement in it. He kept saying "put it in trash, put it in trash, stinky diapy." At least he knows what to do with it, right? Sigh. Again, redress, more stern words. Not even 5 minutes later, naked again, pees on the floor, then runs into the potty and goes on there. Argh! Time out commences.

I started dismantling the refrigerator shelves to clean quickly before the immanent food shopping later on today. While at the sink, indrustiously scrubbing away, he grabbed the maple syrup without me seeing. He disappears into the master bedroom (which is right off the kitchen) and pours it onto the Berber rug and a 3x3 brand new play mat with trucks and sounds and everything. This is not good. Immediately I swoop him up and put him in his room for safe keeping until I can dig out every tool I have in my cleaning arsenal. How does one clean up Maple syrup (1/4 of a bottle!) anyway? Well, a combo of Oxyclean, Pine-Sol and a big ass scrubbing brush did the trick. So upset was I that I left him upstairs for 10 minutes. I know it is best not to acknowledge such abhorrent behavior, but I was ripping mad. Still am. But, at least he chilled out a bit and some semblance of my former baby is coming back.

All this and it isn't even noon. Lovely.