Ambrose has woken up by falling out of his bed straight onto the back of his head, cuddled both us of in a mommy/daddy sandwich of soothing consolation, woken up his baby brother with enthusiastic chatter over the Berenstain Bears show, danced around his room to avoid the dreaded morning diaper change, insisted on accompanying me to the bathroom and gabbed my ear off all throughout, begged for breakfast as if I've been starving him these last three years, demanded that he help make oatmeal, poured water all over the stovetop, indignantly eaten raw oats to prove a mysterious point, refused cooked oatmeal after copious amounts of syrup, cinnamon sugar, and green apple were put in, refused plain oatmeal as well, honestly pleaded for plain sugar for breakfast for at least 20 minutes with bouts of screaming and sobbing all throughout--
and then Mama lost it.
And screamed at everyone. Including unsuspecting Daddy who was just trying to wake up and come out to help.
It was ugly.
I blame it on too little sleep and too many demands.
Also, I blame myself.
Now it's Daddy to the rescue! taking both boys out for a drive since the walk I started to prepare for in an effort to distract from the epic disaster that was this morning tragically failed as soon as I erroneously attempted to put sunscreen on the three year olds face.
Daddy's giving me a break, but really I feel awful anyway. I wish he didn't have to.
All kids are different and it's hard being three.
I'm going to use this quiet time to figure out a game plan for being the best mom to Ambrose that I can.
He's clearly a special kid and he clearly has a strong will for a reason and
he was sent to me for a reason.
I just need to forget what I thought I knew about being a mother and ask the Lord for help in being the mother Ambrose needs.
It feels really good to recognize that.
It's gonna be great even though I'll probably still lose my patience and have to start over from time to time.
He's a strong spirit. I'm excited to see what life has in store for him and eager to help him reach his fullest potential.
Self-pep talk over. I feel better. Ready, set, go!