DUDE. SERIOUSLY?

…the title of this post has been my response to a lot of what Malcolm has been doing/saying lately. for instance, when i asked him to pick up his toys and he flat out said ‘NOPE. not going to do it.’ …and then again, only a few seconds later, when i put him in timeout and he began yelling at the top of his lungs ‘I DON’T WANT TO BE MOMMA’S BOY ANYMORE!’.

ahhhhh. breath. it can be so hard being a parent and feeling your way through the darkness of these different phases and emotions. it is draining. yesterday i was ready for bed by 5:30 due to several bouts like the above. i was so tired, in fact, that i completely forgot about Mila’s dance class. mom suck. mom brain. mom whatever. i felt horrible.

so what am i getting at here…………..well, i feel the need to read. the need to hit the books and figure out what i am doing wrong or what i can be doing better to keep these little blow up’s at bay. it’s like the little man very suddenly jumped on the crazy train last week and i need to scurry and catch up. i got a book recommendation from my friend Vanessa’s blog. the book is called ‘raising happiness’. i’m only about 100 pages in at this point. i am hoping, of course, that it helps me pinpoint the reason for these outbursts and keep things a little less roller coaster-ish.