Crazy kid!
…or should I say rocks.
This morning was one of those mornings where nothing went the way it should. I wasn’t feeling all that chipper & I had to drag myself out of bed. As soon as I was out of the shower, Evan was banging on the bathroom door saying “Will you play with me?” I hate having to always say “No, I have to get ready” but I had to dry my hair so I really, really couldn’t this morning. He mostly took my brush off in stride but then….
The meltdown began….
A wail came from the dining room. Evan cried “Mama! I can’t find my baby rock! I need my baby rock….my special baby rock!”
I dropped the hair dryer and headed for the kitchen.
“Where did you last have your baby rock?” I asked. Then I remembered…the last time I saw the rock in question was when Evan threw it at me at dinner the night before. Admittedly my “care” for the fact this rock was missing went down about 12 notches.
Evan didn’t know when he had it last & though he was very upset, he seemed very nonchalant about looking for it. You see, he wanted ME to look for it. Um…no.
So around and around we went. My hair didn’t get much drier and his cheeks got wetter. There was much crying, screaming and angst and in the end….no rock.
I realize that our housing situation has resulted in much upheaval for my little guy but REALLY? This much crying and wailing over at tiny, grey slag rock? Give me a break!
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I love your post here and actually, I think a lot of kids really love nature especially rocks. My boys always want playing with rocks and even with sand..
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shift a couple of 1000km east, insert the jellybean and you have our life. it drives me crazy when he freaks when he can’t find something and then expects me to find it! gah! oh, and the screaming and crying. exactly the way i want to start my day.
I love that Evan and jellybean are so much alike.
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We are not in housing upheaval right now and we have the exact same issues.
I think the worst is that they expect you (me) to go and find whatever it is they are missing at the time – a toy, a rock, or popular in our house – a bead – a small tiny bead.
Drives me insane because when I do send them up to their rooms to look for something – they never really look – they peak into their room and can’t see it right away and of course it is not there – and they need us to help them find it – sitting on their bed.
We often get these crazy requests 2 minutes after bedtime – when all I want is the couch, not to be looking under it.
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Hi Merry,
Im working nights, yuck, but I had to have a giggle with this post as Gabe, my son who is now almost 13 was incredibly attached to a pet rock several years ago on a camping trip that was mysteriously misplaced during the night by the adults(to many beers?) and in the morning, all I remember is Gabe crying and was so sad, as he couldnt find his pet rock and he never actually did find it. Of course, no other rock was any sort of replacment…To this day our neighbor brings gabe a birthday rock every year. I have a box full of them.