I think I've said before I'm a stress eater, which explains why I've gained the 2 pounds I'd lost back. This week has been monumentally stressful for no other reason than I have an almost two year old who is testing my limits each and every day, hour, minute... It's a constant, unending struggle that leaves me some days feeling drained of my very will to live. Yea, I know, dramatic much?
My goal is to parent in a loving, caring and calm manner. I don't want to spank, and I haven't. I don't want to yell, but I do. I want to discipline him in a way that is positive and effective, but trust me, time-outs, they. are. not. working. So, we're doing a lot of distraction, which is exhausting given the fact that my son, well, he's just like his daddy in that he's incredibly focused and stubborn. If he wants to shove all of his hot wheels and transformer toys into the air vents, well by god, he's gonna do it!
The good news is that Alex is turning into such a fun, exciting, happy little boy and even given his stubbornness and ridiculously high activity level, I wouldn't have him any other way. Being his mommy may cause me to crash into bed at the end of the day clutching a half eaten cheeseburger in one hand and an empty bottle of Merlot in the other, but it sure is a wild ride I'm |most of the time| happy to be on.
We're going on "vacation" next week. I say "vacation" because there really is no such thing as a vacation if you take a toddler with you. It's against the law to diet while on vacation, so I'm just going to enjoy myself the best I can and assess the damage when we get back.
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