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The being pleasant early in the morning part.
This morning there was a full on temper tantrum/screaming session at 5:30. I had the gall to tell him to stop kicking me or he’d have to go back to his bed. He didn’t, so he did, and there was a lot of “NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” Woke up Miss M. Probably woke up the neighbors.
I am looking forward to a day of meltdowns over whether or not he has to use the bathroom. It goes like this:
1. He walks around clutching his nether regions.
2. I say, “AM, do you need to make?”
3. He says, “No.”
Several minutes later:
1. He walks around clutching his nether regions.
2. I say, “We’re going to the bathroom so you can try to pee.”
3. He says, “NO! NO NO NO! I don’t need to make!”
4. I say, “You just have to try.”
So he gets hauled off to the bathroom, where I attempt to make him stand in front of the toilet. He’s writhing around, so this is difficult. There is a lot of screaming. “NO! NO! NO! I don’t needa make!”
Finally, I relent. I say, “Fine. Pull up your pants.”
And then he says, “I need to make! It’s a mergency!”
Good thing we are already in the bathroom.
AM, stomping around and screaming: “No! NO! NOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!”
There is no context. It is just what’s on his mind. Pretty much all day every day, but worse after 8 in the morning. (Really, until then he’s often his usual sweet self.)
If I didn’t know this was normal, I’d probably be trying to sell him to the nearest caravan bound for Egypt. On the other hand, I might be in a better place mentally if I didn’t know that things are going to get worse before they get better. Because 3 1/2 is coming before 4.
Today my plan is: drink coffee and eat pastries at a cafe while my mother-in-law bonds with my kids.
UPDATE: Cappucino and yummy eggplant/feta/sundried tomato spread sandwich at 10:30, melon popsicle at 1, and pastries at 3.
Thought: how is it that decaf coffee here (Israel) doesn’t taste all burnt and bitter like it does in the US? Is it because Israel is closer to Europe, where they know how to make coffee? Because if I am going to spend $3 on coffee it’s awesome that it tastes so damn good.
Dried blood in sheets/pillowcase/comforter. (Mini nosebleed discovered a couple of days after the fact.)
What works?
I hope not. This week was (or at some point very recently it was) National Infertility Awareness Week.
Our relatively brief struggles with infertility seem light-years ago, now that we are up to our eyeballs in preschool and miniature underpants and all that, but when you are trying to have a baby in your 20s and it takes 30 cycles to conceive (with no underlying medical reasons) it seems like a damn long time. I never did the heavy-duty drugs (just Clomid), but we were seriously considering IVF because it promised a 70+% success rate for someone my age and with my (non) diagnosis.
Our joy of success has always been tempered by knowing that others are struggling and may not have the kind of outcome that we did. We are annual supporters of A T.I.M.E, but just this week I discovered a program that truly made me smile. Socks seem like a small thing, but the message of caring is big.
