I go in to get my oldest son up for the morning. It is a preschool day and I’m normally in a rush because I hit the snooze button four times too many. When my oldest was 2-years-old I remember thinking that people were crazy for calling it the “Terrible Twos.” What were they talking about? My two-year-old was an absolute angel.
Now as we quickly approach his third birthday I am eating my words. The tantrums are increasing right along with his need to gain independence.
I get him up realizing that his pull-up diaper moved to the side overnight and there is pee all over the bed. So much for last night’s bath. No time to change the sheets either.
I take him to the bathroom where I quickly hose him off, brush his crazy bed head and put him on the potty.
He sits. I wait. And I wait some more. Nothing is happening.
I asked, “Do you need to go potty?”
“My peepee is filled with gas” he said.
Since I have no idea what this means I pick him up and put on his undies. I take him to his closet where I pick out a cute new shorts outfit.
This will match perfectly with his new blue sandals, I say to myself.
As I’m pulling the shirt over his head he suddenly goes limp and falls to the floor. We, in toddler land, call this the limp noodle.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“I don’t want that shirt, mama. I want my spiderman shirt!”
I glance at the spiderman shirt on the hanger. The colors don’t match his shorts. In an instant, I decide that I’m standing my ground this morning.
“No bud, they don’t match. Let’s wear this pretty new shirt, okay?”
“NOOOOOO! I not like it!!!” Massive tears begin to drop from his eyes.
I continue putting the new shirt over his head and button it before he can take it off.
I go into the nursery and begin to dress his little brother, quite easily I might add. Ahhhh, yes. Now I remember what it’s like to dress a child who doesn’t care what he is wearing. All the while I can see my almost 3-year-old rolling around on his bedroom floor trying to get the blue polo off.
I really have no patience for it on this particular morning.
“We’ve got to go bud. We’re gonna be late.”
I carry his little brother on one hip and hold a tantruming toddler’s hand with the other arm. Limp noodle on the staircase. Limp noodle on the landing. Limp noodle on the sofa. Limp noodle getting in the car.
And I’m thinking, really? Over a stupid shirt?!
Finally, I’ve got both boys in the car and all the gear in the front seat. The crying has stopped and we’re ready to go.
“Mommy?” I hear a voice quietly call me from the backseat.
“Yes, Bud?” I answer.
“I pooped in my pants.”
Annnnd, it’s the toddler for the win. I get to change his poopy pants and he gets to wear the spiderman shirt.
So what’s the lesson here, dear mothers?
PICK YOUR BATTLES!!!
I feel as if I could have avoided this epic meltdown if I had just let him wear the damn spiderman shirt.
A big thank you to Molly of A Day in Mollywood for guest posting on Advice from the Aunties. Molly is part mommy blogger, part depression, blogger, part random thoughts blogger. Her blog serves as a hope chest for her two boys, Landon and Brigham. Her love of blogging has helped her grow as a mom and a woman. Make sure you take a trip over to Mollywood!