Saying No

I was not prepared for the relentless need to say no. No Spencer, don’t fling yourself off the couch. No Spencer, don’t throw my phone. No Spencer, it is not nice to gouge out my eye. No biting. No climbing. No pinching. No throwing food. No spitting food. No. No. No.

It is sucking out my soul. I ended up curled up in a ball on the floor, near tears, because I couldn’t take saying it anymore. With him smacking me in the face of course. Up until now, I felt like I was taking to this whole parenting thing pretty well, but now I am at an utter loss. I’ve tried distraction. I’ve tried redirection. I’ve tried trading the off-limits item for a toy. There is about a 50% success rate with the other half of the time resulting in screaming and crying.

I think it is book time. I’m looking at No-Cry Discipline Solution and Happiest Toddler on the Block. I also think I need some more local friends. Or maybe I just need to make more of an effort with the few that I do have. I’m feeling frustrated and trapped in the house, but at the same time feeling too lazy to go anywhere. Maybe Spencer is acting out because he is bored. He didn’t act like this in San Francisco. One thing is clear, some things have to change or I am going to go insane.

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3 Responses to “Saying No”

  1. Suzanne says:

    My kid is a TERROR when he is bored. It’s one of the reasons I bought a membership to my Stroller Strides class – since I’m paying for it I am much more likely to go, which ends up better for both of us as the morning is totally full almost every day. Even then I feel the same way about “no”. It’s even worse now that I hear it back almost every time I say it – “Evan stop hitting me with a spatulla” “NO!”

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  2. I agree with Suzanne, its probably boredom. One piece of advice I got while suffering depression (which it sounds like you’ve some low grade hanging around) was “get out and do something and you’ll feel better. Don’t wait to feel better to do something.” Sounds pretty simple and yet it works everytime.

    Get that kid and yourself out for a walk. Point out every little thing, funny looking trees, big trucks, RED cars…sure, sounds like you’re babbling to yourself but your kid is listening, even when it seems like he isn’t.

    And while you’re at it, cut yourself some slack. Yours in the most important yet most forgiving job in the world.

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    Amy Reply:

    Thanks for the support. I think a string of bad days does not quite add up to depression, but I will keep an eye on things.

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