Today marks the second day of being somewhat housebound due to weather and undecided tummies. We are all feeling a little restless. I’m feeling a little crestfallen to have been bluntly informed that Texas Toast is, actually, not a staple of a healthy diet. We try to eat fresh/locally/organically/healthily as much as possible. But I was recently introduced to and fell under the spell of this marvelous stuff…I will be sad to see it go.
I got almost zero sleep last night. Again. So I am tired and my nerves are a little frayed. I was making Evelyn her lunch–which she insists must happen absolutle immediately when she arrives home from school. This endeavor is so urgent that she runs to the fridge and yanks open the doors before I have a chance to remove winter gear from her little body.
Maxine had been whinecrying because while I make Evie lunch, I meanly place her bottom on the floor. This is quite a trauma, you see. So when it went quiet in the family room, I turned around immediately to see
my Scott’s laptop in peril. I don’t have a laptop anymore because I have a reputation for being responsible for the destruction of at least one a year and it was determined that it might be best to invest funds elsewhere. My husband, very kindly was forced offered to loan me one of his four devices by which he may check email/connect to the web.
To be fair, I have been very good to this laptop and it has been in my care for a while. It has not hit the floor. Not once. It isn’t covered in grubby kid finger prints. And it doesn’t have a single drop of breastmilk on it. I’ve really become a model laptop citizen–until today when it went silent.
In my sleep deprived coma, I had forgotten to put it out of reach. Maxine had it and was slowly pulling it south. I don’t yell at my kids and I try not to use the word, “no” because I like to let my kids discover most things on their own, because I don’t mind cleaning up a little experimental mess (or leaving it to clean up later), and because I like to reserve it so that it doesn’t lose its meaning in nagging. I screamed, “Maxine, NO!!!”
I caught her attention. She’s never been yelled at and I am pretty sure she’s only been told “no” a handful of times. She was really impressed. I expected tears–not her adorable toothy little grin. She continued to pull that sucker. Without realizing it, I yelled, “No!” again. She squealed with delight and pulled it further. I stopped myself from yelling it again because the little goober likes when “no” is screamed at her. Thankfully my dramatic charge towards the loaner laptop caused her to lose her shit laughing–to the point that she lost limb control (like mother like daughter) and she plopped to the ground. Yes Scott, your laptop remains intact.
I did learn that I might need to bust out the “no” a little more often so the child actually knows what it means. And I either need to yell at her much more often (so she will know that it is not entertaining) or not yell at all. I think I am going with the not at all.
I also learned that my tendency to leave long rambling messages (as I am often mocked for by Scott) also lends itself to the tendency to write long rambling blog posts. I suppose I could have just written, “I’m really tired today. Maxine almost pulled my laptop off the table. She thought it was funny when I yelled at her. I better not do that again.” But what fun would that be?
Oh and I forgot to mention that Maxine makes an adorable little imp.