I Felt So Bad and Then It Was Fine
Friday night I took Shark Boy to see Night at the Museum. He hadn't been feeling well and I thought it would be a nice treat. He was excited about it all day, from his perch on the couch where he sat refusing all offers of food and walks on the beach. (Shark refusing to go down to the beach is enough to make me call an ambulance.) On our way out the door Bear ran up to me saying, "I ready too! I ready too!" He so wanted to go with us. He started to cry when he realized he wasn't going. I picked him up, handed him to Mr. P and said, "Take him before he breaks my heart." I felt so bad. Shark Boy didn't want candy and popcorn at the movie, only a small Sprite. (!!?!!) But on the way out of the theater, at 10:00 p.m., he wanted a Nerd Rope and I said no. He argued a little over it. I had to stop at Walgreens on the way home and he argued about getting candy there. He was just slightly (and uncharacteristically) sassy with me all the way home. Once we got home he started up again, in front of both of my in-laws, and I'd had it. I didn't yell but I pointed at him and did the mean face and told him, "I Have Had It Knock It Off Right Now." He went into the corner and hid, crying. I got ready for bed, and then found him under a table in the hall. I sat next to him and talked for a minute about backtalk and the importance of listening blah blah wondering if he was hearing the voice of Charlie Brown's teacher. I tucked him into bed (crying still - he's my sensitive one) and I laid down in the twin bed opposite him for the night. I felt so bad. (It was his fault, but I felt so bad.) I laid in bed thinking about how awful it felt to have to leave Bear out, and how wretched it was that my special night with Shark ended with him crying in bed next to me. The next day dawned with smiles for me from both of them. Of course. The kiddie emotional rollercoaster is quite a ride, eh? PS: Nerd Ropes - Gag.