I’ve hit the repeat stage. I find myself saying the following phrase back to back almost 123,344,323 times a day: “please don’t touch that“
I didn’t wanna use “No” or “leave it” heck I even tried “stop it” but he just doesn’t care to listen.
It’s come to the point where I really can’t leave anything at his reach.
Oh yes I’m talking bout little man.
My family always says “you know everything you did as a kid is going to come back to you. you were a Lil devil always trying to break things and always trying to fight”.
NOT TRUE. I was the favorite so how could 1- possibly be bad and 2- even if i was it must be an old tale that it will come back to me…RIGHT?!?
…wrong!
Little man is, forgive me for saying this but, gosh he is the Sheppard for the devil as my aunt says.
He did two horrible things today.
First we started off the day with finding a new toy to entertain ourselves with, dad’s deodorant. Dad started work today and he must have been rushed as he left his deodorant in the living room. Little man of course took it upon himself to redecorate our couch. Thank goodness for invisible solid (I love you who ever you are that invented this. I’m gonna go ahead and say it was a woman) I was able to grab a dry towel and just rub it til it was gone however the wonderful scent was all over our home. Little man reeked of this stuff. This was bad but fixable.
Then he took one of his great big crayons and somehow crammed it into our dishwasher (I’m running it now to see if the crayon will melt out-I’m hoping OK OK more like praying really hard) I was unsuccessful at getting it out. He somehow managed to stick it into a place that has no way out unless I unscrew a million screws. He tried to do it again and this is where the repeating began.
I kept shooshing him away from things. I kept saying “please don’t touch” I even said it in different tones (I tried the angry elf voice) and at different levels (I got down to his level) but still he would just not listen to me. It wasn’t like I could move these things anyways like the dishwasher, the deep freezer, and the DVD shelf. Suddenly he wants to get into everything.
Why can’t he just act like this stuff has always been there? I mean ‘cuz they have been. Why do I suddenly have to repeat myself? Could this truly be payback for all of the horrible things they said I did?
Eh who am I kidding I was an angel he must taken after his dad!
It’s OK though because today he had his first taste of TIME OUT!
P.S. the dishwasher stopped running and I see no sign of any crayon.
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