Tuesday, September 29, 2009

It's only Tuesday....

And already it's been one hell of a week. How is that possible? Why I ask? And why me?

First off, I have never in my life whacked my head as hard as I did. One thing you'll pick up on real quick about me is I am by far the biggest klutz ever. And I unfortunately handed down that awesome trait to CJ. Anyway, I was getting a bag together of old clothes that don't fit Ella and CJ anymore. Once a month I go thru all of our clothes and donate them to a local church. I consider it a small step towards my future goal of finding enough time to volunteer. So, I was bending over, tying the bag in my walk in closet and my hair kept falling into my face. I went to pick my head up, rather quickly to flip my hair over (a wonderful blond moment might I add!), and whacked it onto the corner of my dresser that is in the closet.

You don't even want to know the cuss words I was dying to say at that very freaking moment.

Actually, I am sure you can guess. And I couldn't speak them out loud b/c CJ was in the closet with me. Dammit was about all I could muster in front of virgin cuss word ears.

As I'm rubbing my wound, praying that it isn't going to bleed, CJ keeps saying over and over again,

"Mommy, are you OK? What happened? Where is your boo boo?"

And I know he only meant well b/c he's the most caring, sensitive guy you'll ever meet, but I really just wanted to revel in my imaginary swear world, and he kept interrupting it. So I thought if I ignored him he would stop talking for maybe 5 seconds.


That just egged him on. I finally said, through my clenched teeth and messy hair, "BE QUIET!"

He was quiet....for 5 seconds. It wasn't enough.

So I have this headache now and the entire left side of my head hurts like hell. I can't believe it didn't bleed. I took some ibuprofen but what I really need is some quiet time. Magellan is working late, so that ain't happening any time soon.

My other big issue today is CJ. He has been having some issues with being far too rough with Ella. He gets angry quickly (0 to 60 in 3 seconds flat is not an exaggeration!), and has been pushing Ella down occasionally for the last week. Today he hit her on the back when she took a pillow from his "sleeping fort". And then the best part is, he tried to run and hide from me, b/c he knows what he did was wrong, and then tried to lie about what happened! On top of all of that! I got so mad but I kept my cool and sent him to his room....for hours. The good thing is he took a nice long nap, which he obviously needed.

He's in a better mood now, but I am at a loss of what to do to get him to understand he can't hurt Ella (or anyone) that way. He's always been very over protective of her, very gentle and loving and I don't know why all of a sudden he feels the need to be physical with her. Ella is a tough girl, and when she gets a big older I can almost guarantee she will haul off and knock him out. She's already the kind of girl who doesn't take any crap.

So, CJ has gotten the lecture of being nice and not hitting/hurting people from both Magellan and I. He's been punished, had toys taken away, gone to bed early, all that stuff. But, I don't know when it will sink in. Any advice is GREATLY appreciated.

Oh, and did I mention we have NO BEER OR WINE IN THIS HOUSE?


Patti said...

OMG, that sounds like something I would too. I too have my share of klutzy moments. :) Thanks for following my blog. It's always to fun to meet other witty and charming mama's like myself, ha! :)

The Fearless Formula Feeder said...

Wow- I thought my day was bad. That sounds like an officially craptastic day. Hope things are going better!