Written By Sara
Sara is a single mom by choice to an over the top third grader, Will. She’s chronicling their ups and downs together and what she’s learning about herself at the same time.Read Her Blog "DIY"
A couple weeks ago today, Will and I were headed to Hillside! It turned out to be a total blast. We got in a great visit with my cousins and I spent Saturday enjoying the music, food, rain and company of a few great friends.
I also drank 14 beers and thought I could dance on a table to a hip-hop group who I loved and whose name I can no longer remember. **sigh**
**note to self – hot, humid and rainy does not give me Farrah hair**
Sunday, I went and got Will he had a blast too. Mind you it only took him four hours, one sausage, two cobs of corn and an ice cream cone to end up the way I felt.
HOWEVER, the point to my story is this. The fab, awesome weekend did not start that way. Will and I left the farm at 1:30 – perfect time for his nap in the car and to allow mommy to enjoy some non-Wiggles tunes on the drive.
Twenty minutes in, he sleeps. Ahhh. Thirty minutes in, he wakes (thank you crap ass Ontario pot holes). Fifty minutes in, he continues to scream.
After a forty-five minute scream fest, at which point I’m about to blow my head off, he stops. What gets him to stop? Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone”. I kid you not. Good taste kid.
Unfortunately, it only lasted for 3 replays. (which is 2.5 times longer than most of you non-Dylan fans could stand it).
At this point, I hopped off the highway and found the nearest park. I was spent. He was exhausted. He spotted some kids bikes and wanted on them. I refused. The next two minutes (which felt like 30) were spent repeating, over and over again, in a whiny voice..”my bike, my bike, my bike, my bike’
I SNAPPED! And please don’t call CAS but I screamed, ‘Shut UP. Please just shut the hell up for five minutes.’ Well – in an instant I really started to scream because I stepped on a mound of wasps. Yup – right on them and a couple got stuck under my flip flop strap and went to town. So you can add, ‘F*&@! F*&@’ to my yell. At this point Will burst into tears, I burst into tears and the kids on the bikes took off extremely quickly.
So Mom – I get it. Don’t tell your kid to shut up. Thanks for the oh-so-friendly reminder. If you must know, my tears were for yelling at him and not as much for my quickly swelling feet. (In a crazy twist, they ended up getting all infected and I’m just finishing up my antibiotics).
It did lead to one of Will’s new multi-word sentences – ‘owie on mommy’s toe’. Thanks for the reminder kid.