Here at The Finn Files, we try to give "our readers" a real glimpse into our everyday lives. But as I look back over some of my recent posts, it's been mostly birthday parties, play dates and adventures . . .the good/fun/funny stuff. But that, my friends, is only half the picture. This week we have more than our share of fights, tantrums, meltdowns, time outs, frustrations and blow outs. In fact, for the first time this week, I actually had the thought "wow, I have created a spoiled brat!" Yikes, does that make me a bad mom? I hope not? Anyway, it is safe to say that I won't be winning any mother of the year awards this week. And I'll be the first to admit it. It has just been one of those weeks where everything goes wrong and I swear Finn noticed and decided he fuel the fire, just a little bit. Major meltdowns in the middle of the street, a tantrum in the checkout line at CVS (no, we did NOT come away with any candy), pushing on the playground, a little bit of sassing, nap skipping, and the icing on the cake . . .room destroyer extraordinaire! Usually, his fits don't really bother me. I can laugh it off or let him have his say and then reel him back in. But that hasn't been the case for me lately . . . I'm tired, pulled the muscles in my neck and couldn't move for a few days and have been trying to get everything in order to go out of town. I know it's my fault . . . he's just being two, mostly. But it is amazing how my frame of mind can have such an impact on how I handle life's little inconveniences. But I digress . . .
Today, he refused to take a nap, even though I could tell he was exhausted. By the fifth or sixth time of going in his room, I just gave up and turned the light on and told him he had to play by himself for a little while. Meanwhile, I was trying to pack and get the house straightened up. He was so proud of his mess that he called me up to take a look. I know, taking a picture probably didn't help my disciplining either, but when I took the picture, I did have a really mad look on my face, telling him "I'm going to show your dad."
This is only what I could capture on my phone
Because it isn't enough to show it off, sometimes
you have to roll around in the mess to get the full effect
Anyway, I was so frustrated that I knew I couldn't even start cleaning up the mess, so I put him in the stroller and took us both for a walk to cool off. Ten minutes into our walk, he was out like a light. SEE, I KNEW YOU NEEDED A NAP. MOMS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT!!!!!
I was dreading coming home and cleaning up that room. Sometimes I feel like that is all I do, all day, every day. Pick up the same toys over and over and over again. But my sweet husband had already done the dirty work for me. We walked in to a nice, clean bedroom. Ahhhhhhhhh.
Sometimes you get the Finn . . . and sometimes the Finn gets you!
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