This morning as we were getting ready for work and school, Logan found one of my cough drops on my bedside table. He was so excited, thinking it was a candy and trying to unwrap it. When I asked him to give it to me, he refused and ran away. I chased him down and after several "nice" asks, I finally just took it from him.
Logan was pissed.
After such a nice day yesterday, my demon child reappeared, throwing another one of his mountain tantrums.
I left him to simmer alone in my room and went to the office to check on a few emails. Unfortunately, ignoring him didn't help but instead seemed to upset him more. He seeked me out, yelling at me to "Go away Mommy!" and hitting me in between yells. When he wasn't hitting me he was hugging my leg desperately, with tears streaming down his face.
Dude, I did go away. I'm not exactly sure you know what "Go away" means.
I've often wondered how I'd do, if I quit work to stay home with Logan. The last couple of days I've been grateful for work - my daytime escape - leaving the teachers to deal with my sensitive monster child (of course he's happy and joyful with them). Just yesterday, one of my coworkers was teasing me about something at work and I just looked at him and said "I really don't give a shit. I'm just happy to have a break from my kid right now." He and the other guy with us, both fathers themselves, laughed and thought that was the greatest thing they'd heard all day. They knew exactly what I meant. ;-)
In other news, the hospital actually called and left a message to let me know the H1N1 virus restrictions for kids under 16 has been lifted for the postpartum unit, so Logan will now be allowed to visit his baby brother once he's born. Yay!! And how nice of them to call! They made sure to inform me that this was for the postpartum unit only, and that he still would not be allowed to visit during labor.
To that I respond: HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAAAhhhaaaaaaa. *gasp* OMG how hilarious. No really. HI-LAR-I-OUS.