I have had THE worst morning so far. It seems to be looking better, but only b/c I gave MT his pacifier and blanket and sat him in front of some PBS. Ugh.
Tom put Timothy to bed last night, and he always closes the bedroom door completely, which is always a problem, b/c it makes tons of noise when T opens it. So this morning at 6:30, when I had just realized that it was all quiet and nice and happy and MT was still sleeping, T got up to pee. The door sticks, then slams open and of course now we're all up. MT was immediately fussy, as he's just so darn overtired and really wasn't ready to be awake. Tim immediately began clamoring for pancakes, waffles, and everything else I've not made in a few weeks. Within minutes of waking up I felt like I was on some bad tv reality show.
Dropped T of at daycamp and decided MT needed a change of scenery, so we drove through Sonic for some tater tots and a smoothie. He SCREAMED the whole time we were at the drivethrough - 'want LEMONADE, need it LEMONADE". Then he threw the box of tater tots on the floor while we drove to the indoor playplace, and proceeded to cry and whine b/c he couldn't reach them.
At the playplace, he just stood around and whined. Loudly. He fell and hurt himself twice, decided he's now afraid of the slides there and refused to do anything but stand and cry under the monkey bars b/c I just can't lift him up to swing on them anymore, he's too heavy for me right now. After the last round of fussing and tantruming, we left, and he cried all the way home - "need payground Mummy, need payground...". I tried to sit and work on some knitting while he played in the living room at home - he grabbed my yarn and ran around whining "Mark knitting Mark knitting Mummy no no no". Refused to sit on my lap, refuses to eat anything and refuses to sit and watch a calm movie or even PBS apparently, so he can just chill out.
Now he's walking around whining and crying, and I have to pick T up from daycamp at noon, so there's no time to let MT have an early nap. T has swim lessons this afternoon, and soccer this evening, so we'll be on the go all freakin' day.
Quite honestly, I'm really afraid to have Mark AND a baby at the same time. I can just barely maintain my sanity and control managing Mark. A lot of the unpleasant, whiny, fussy, horrible behavior I was having trouble with a few months ago has returned, and I've been so careful to keep the yucky foods and such out of his diet. I can't deal with this when I have a baby here also.