“You’re not the boss of me!”
Ryan yelled that at me yesterday.
Well, he didn’t yell the words, technically, on account of he’s 10 months old. But trust me: that’s what he meant.
My kid has become whiny. Like, non-stop-want-to-rip-my-ears-off-just-to-make-it-stop whiny.
Since he didn’t really cry much at all for the first 9 months of his existence, I am finding this to be mildy annoying.
If I’m being fair, I get it. He’s at a point where he’s starting to understand the world around him, yet he can’t make himself understood. He’s curious. He wants to explore. He wants to yank, shake or slobber all over absolutely everything, including electrical cords and laundry detergent. He doesn’t want to be pinned down to endure ear drops three times a day. He would rather stick his fingers in the fan, just to see what happens.
But really, I just want the whining to stop. I know the cords look chewy, I know the detergent bottle has bright colors, I know the fan is so cool. But every weekend has become a 48-hour wrestling match. And when he doesn’t get his way, he’s a very sore loser. Enough already.
I’m trying to find the balance between “Aw, he’s just a baby and he’s upset, the poor thing!” and “Kid, listen up and listen good: I most certainly AM the boss of you!”
(This post is part of Mama Kat’s weekly Writer’s Workshop. She challenges you to write posts based off her writing prompts. One of this week’s prompts: Write a post where the first and last sentence contain any form of the word “boss.” Check out the other entries!)