Yesterday I was only with Sprogly from 6pm until our very late bedtime. (Our sleeping schedules are so off!) He was with my sister overnight the night before. That was only the second time in his life that he's spent the night away from me, so it was a big deal.
Last night things got hairy for a while when Sprogly did his usual pre-bedtime beat up mommy routine. He really needs rough and tumble play, and between my arthritis and back issues, I end up getting hurt. He's a big bruiser of a three-year old, and he does this just when I'm at my most tired and least able to deal with it. It was ok, though, I had to be pretty firm, but I didn't yell.
He's also come down with a cold, so he's whiny and miserable today. All morning he wanted me to lie down in bed with him, and I've got to catch up on the laundry/cleaning, so I've been dividing myself between them. I think we're going to have tv day, he's at the worst phase of the cold, and doesn't want to do anything. Sometimes you just have to be sick.
Anyway, I think I almost snapped at him today, but I caught myself. He's snapped at me
a couple of times, mind you.