I almost made a new username to post this, it feels so icky, but then decided it would be melodramatic. I'm not at all opposed to being melodramatic, but prefer to use it for comic effect.
Cub is getting on my last damn nerve these days. He's almost 4, I have an almost 1yo as well. He wants me to play with him CONSTANTLY, and that's simply not possible. His brother needs and deserves attention, there are household tasks that need to be completed, I need a wee bit of time for a yoga routine which is NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK, DAMMIT! It's exhausting to be "fully present" 18 hours a day, I'm sure you're all familiar with that!
I've emptied my bag of tricks. I've tried including him in the non-play stuff I need to get done, I don't mind it taking longer if he does it with me. No, he wants to play pretend. Which is wonderful. Except that it has to include me. And is inevitably about Good Guys and Bad Guys and being attacked and knocking out and being knocked out which I understand is developmentally appropriate but I HATE IT and I'M SICK OF IT. Any other plot. Anything. Please. (Where the hell does this come from anyway? He's not exposed to it on TV or movies, his dad doesn't like playing those games either, he doesn't read those sorts of books. WHERE?)
Can we go to the park and play with kids? Nope. Don't want to. Which I also understand, because his friends have suddenly reached the "This person is my friend and this person isn't and this person is allowed to play and this person is not" stage, and he has a hard time understanding that and just gets his feelings hurt. But still. It's an outlet that isn't there as often as I'd like anymore. Scouts? nope. Preschool? nope.
"When children are grumpy put them in water." Except that I have to be there. Constantly. Thus, so does his brother. Which sometimes works out and sometimes doesn't.
Starting a project and letting him finish on his own? nope. Telling him to go start <building a train track, cutting pictures for a collage, digging a hole in the yard> and I'll be there in a moment? nope.
No matter where I walk in the house, he's holding on to the back of my pants. It's driving me insane.
And I know, theoretically, that the road to independence is not a straight line. I know that it meanders, and it's always been two-steps-forward-one-step-back. I know that one day he won't ask me to play and it'll break my heart. I know that I sound like a selfish b*tch. I know I know I know.
But it's still making me nuts. And I'm not reacting at all the way I think I should. And I'm afraid that it's showing (to him).
So I'm venting.

Cub is getting on my last damn nerve these days. He's almost 4, I have an almost 1yo as well. He wants me to play with him CONSTANTLY, and that's simply not possible. His brother needs and deserves attention, there are household tasks that need to be completed, I need a wee bit of time for a yoga routine which is NOT TOO MUCH TO ASK, DAMMIT! It's exhausting to be "fully present" 18 hours a day, I'm sure you're all familiar with that!
I've emptied my bag of tricks. I've tried including him in the non-play stuff I need to get done, I don't mind it taking longer if he does it with me. No, he wants to play pretend. Which is wonderful. Except that it has to include me. And is inevitably about Good Guys and Bad Guys and being attacked and knocking out and being knocked out which I understand is developmentally appropriate but I HATE IT and I'M SICK OF IT. Any other plot. Anything. Please. (Where the hell does this come from anyway? He's not exposed to it on TV or movies, his dad doesn't like playing those games either, he doesn't read those sorts of books. WHERE?)
Can we go to the park and play with kids? Nope. Don't want to. Which I also understand, because his friends have suddenly reached the "This person is my friend and this person isn't and this person is allowed to play and this person is not" stage, and he has a hard time understanding that and just gets his feelings hurt. But still. It's an outlet that isn't there as often as I'd like anymore. Scouts? nope. Preschool? nope.
"When children are grumpy put them in water." Except that I have to be there. Constantly. Thus, so does his brother. Which sometimes works out and sometimes doesn't.
Starting a project and letting him finish on his own? nope. Telling him to go start <building a train track, cutting pictures for a collage, digging a hole in the yard> and I'll be there in a moment? nope.
No matter where I walk in the house, he's holding on to the back of my pants. It's driving me insane.
And I know, theoretically, that the road to independence is not a straight line. I know that it meanders, and it's always been two-steps-forward-one-step-back. I know that one day he won't ask me to play and it'll break my heart. I know that I sound like a selfish b*tch. I know I know I know.
But it's still making me nuts. And I'm not reacting at all the way I think I should. And I'm afraid that it's showing (to him).
So I'm venting.