With Mad Dog away this week things can get a little hairy around here. I tend to be slightly more stressed which in turn means my boys are out to get me. Well, not really. It only feels that way. My stress adds to their stress. The only difference is that the world sanctions their tantrums. Mine? I have to keep to myself or share lovingly with my husband when he returns home. Lucky him.
T.Puzzle has not disappointed this week. He is in top, tantruming form.
I have seen so many of these episodes over the years I have lost count.
Or it’s possible my boys have worn me down so much, I have lost my ability to count.
I have written many times about how I can’t relate to Full Speed’s ultra-competitive nature. With time and experience I’ve learned that even if I don’t understand it, I have to accept it.
Where I have yet to journey the path of acceptance in this realm, is when I’m attempting to have a leisurely family bike ride.
We recently purchased a tandem trail-a-bike for T.Puzzle. T.Puzzle is content to ride in tandem with ol’ slow poke Mom. He’s just thankful to be out of the tiny baby bike seat. So is my backside. No more being kneed on a repetitive basis by T.Puzzle’s overgrown four year old limbs.
The ride to pizza was fine. The ride to the park even better. As long as Full Speed is riding tandem and in FRONT with Mad Dog, things in life are great.
Why not mix it up? Let’s give lil’ T.Puzzle his chance to shine and hop on with Dad on the ride home from the park.
This is when near disaster struck. Full Speed was so determined to beat T.Puzzle, he pedaled at a furious rate. Even if I stopped pedaling completely, Full Speed’s relentless legs propelled us to the lead. I didn’t mind at first. In fact I could already see the humor of the situation glaring back at me.
I lost my humor quickly when at a busy intersection Full Speed kept pedaling no matter how many times I yelled ‘STOP!’
Things turned even more unfunny as we maneuvered down our main subdivision street trying to avoid oncoming traffic and remain in a single file formation. As Mad Dog and T.Puzzle eased in front of us as a truck whooshed by, Full Speed let out a tantrumific cry. He was outraged and boy, did he let me know it.
That’s it. I was done. I pulled us over to the sidewalk, hopped off the bike and refused to ride in the insanity any longer.
Full Speed’s response?
He leapt off the bike and attempted to beat his Dad and his brother by foot.
And wouldn’t you know it? That little man almost beat them.
Yesterday, the four of us hopped on our bikes and headed to the soccer fields. The mail lady commented on how she wished she could join us in the sunshine as we whizzed by.
Full Speed rode his big boy bike. No training wheels, no how.
We were golden. We did some drills (all according to Mad Dog’s direction–my soccer knowledge consists of ‘kick the ball’ and ‘don’t use your hands’).
The best part was when Mad Dog played ‘keep away’ from the me and the boys. It took all three of us, intense concentration and sometimes we caught a break to occasionally knock the ball from Mad Dog’s skilled feet. The boys loved this game.
Then, Mad Dog tried to have Full Speed run a ‘dribbling’ drill. Apparently this means doing something with your feet and has nothing to do with the fine motor control of retaining saliva in your mouth. Since Full Speed wasn’t good at controlling the ball in this manner; he pouted, cried and acted like a very spoiled two year old.
The bike ride home was drama-filled and drawn out. Full Speed refused to pedal (he’s not so great at riding without training wheels yet either).
At least the weather was lovely.
Eventually, Mad Dog had to coax Full Speed home on foot and I had to carry his bike while balancing mine with my free hand. It was a long walk home.
I’m so thankful for second chances and new days.
So far so good.
I guess sometimes you need to go to the brink of bad behavior before you can return to the land of the well-behaved.
We happily survived our visiting nephews. There were some tense moments here and there, but overall, they are good kids. It is fun to talk to them and hear their ever-expanding take on the world around us.
Grandma and Grandpa picked all the boys up (T.Puzzle and Full Speed included) this morning and took them to church. With all the activity we’ve experienced in the past few weeks, my mommy-instinct was on high alert that little T.Puzzle needed to attempt a nap today. I tried to explain this as clearly as possible to Mad Dog who chose to politely ignore my warning. As we headed to pick up the boys, Mad Dog decides that this is the day he HAS to sync Grandma’s phone. A phone sync can be a long and tedious process. I knew, I mean really, really KNEW, we were running out of time concerning little T.Puzzle.
“Do the phone sync another day,” I urged. “T.Puzzle needs some rest time, pronto!”
It was like I wasn’t even talking. Mad Dog was convinced the phone sync would be fast and we’d get little T.Puzzle home soon enough (I strongly disagreed). Well over an hour later the phone was still backing up and little T.Puzzle’s mood had hit the danger zone.
So, when little T.Puzzle reached his inevitable level-10 meltdown, guess who had the honor of dealing with this disaster? (And it got very ugly, fast.)
Never doubt the mommy-instinct. Those who go against it inevitably will have an irate wife experiencing her own meltdown. Or something like that (insert your own worst nightmare here).