I’m closely watching the little guy this afternoon, as we wait in the waiting room for his sister to be seen by the doctor. He missed his nap today and shit could go down. His ramming of the cars in to the walls has me nervous. His destructive behaviors are enough to handle on a good day, today could be the day his skin turns green and he explodes out of his baby gap tee because I tell him not to do something.
As I feared, full on melt down when I
begged asked him to please not bang the cars into the walls. There goes a car across the room, missing someone’s grandmother by six inches. Now cue flopping fish-out-of-water syndrome. I should have listened to my Momma survival instincts, grabbed the volatile little hulk and his sister and gotten the hell out of there. But no.
The nurse calls us in, which distracts the tired
mini psychopath toddler and all is cool for the next thirty seconds. As the nurse is trying to get my daughter’s weight, little man is jumping on and off the scale, reveling in the aggravation he is causing. I swoop him up and pretend like I can control this little human being. I put him in my lap to which he starts screaming “Dooooown!”, while the nurse is on her third attempt to get his sister’s blood pressure.
Now we are in our assigned room. My daughter starts to undress and put on the gown set out for her. Naturally, the little man kicks off his shoes, the pants go down and I tackle him with a sad, desperate bear hug, in an attempt to keep the rest of his clothes on. The doctor walks in and is obviously startled by the WWF throw down going on. I laugh because I want to cry and explain, “He’s fine, I swear. He just missed his nap today.”
My daughter jumps up on the exam table as requested. Satan’s little helper becomes obsessed with climbing on and jumping off of said table. I’m sweating from trying to keep the crazy one from leaping in to a face full of concrete. All the while, the doctor is asking me about my five year-old daughter’s diet and I’m telling her for the fourth year in a row, “She doesn’t do well with vegetables.”
I again pull my son off the table when he begins practicing his favorite new trick – spitting. The doctor is obviously disgusted and my immediate reaction is a quick smack to his butt. So now, not only am I paying half-ass attention to what the doctor is asking me, I just spanked my child in front of her. She couldn’t be clearer in her “don’t spank” stance. Awkward.
The doctor attempts to continue her exam by looking in big sister’s ears. Little
bother brother is sitting quietly behind her on the exam table, for once. And then, he pushes her. The doctor damn near shoves the ear light/ thingy in to her skull. I get the dirtiest “can you please control your damn kid” look I’ve ever gotten. I want to die and just start randomly shouting that parental control over tired toddlers is a farce.
I apologize profusely and firmly plant the boy in a chair. I shove my cell phone in to his tiny (almost) two-year-old hands, just as the doctor is informing me that at five years-old, I should still be limiting my daughter’s screen time.
The doctor leaves and my daughter announces that she has to go to the bathroom. At this point, I would rather lick a germ infested shape sorter than take the ticking-time-bomb-boy out of this confined space. I tell her the bathroom is just down the hall and to go ahead with out me, I’ll be right in our doorway and she’ll see me as soon as she comes out.
Well, raging bull saw an open door and charged. I fly after him but it’s too late. He opens the door to the next exam room, where another doctor is seeing a patient. The doctor gasps, the boy laughs, I cringe and apologize. I run with him back to our room and shut the door. The doctor from next door enters our room and
condescendingly politely asks me to keep my child in our assigned room. Thanks, doc…I’ll work on that. Oh and did I mention, he didn’t nap today.
As I rest my head on the arm pressed against the door to keep him from escaping again, I remember my daughter! I grabbed the boy and open the door. I walk out with a “where’s my freakin’ kid” look on my face and the little man flailing and screaming on my hip because I won’t let him run. A staff member sees me and asks, “Are you the mother that lost her kid?” I fight the urge to spew sarcasm all over the judgmental stranger “rescuing” my daughter. Apparently, while I was wrangling the boy from another patient’s room, his sister got lost in a hallway. My bad.
The nurse finally shows up. I jokingly tell her to hurry up and shoot up my daughter, as I’m handing my son (the little person practically dry humping my leg in an attempt to be held) my phone. My parenting choice and humor was lost on Nurse Ratchet.
Inoculation accomplished, I grab the monsters and head to check out. As I’m scheduling my daughter’s next visit, I’m reminding the kids they are only allowed one sticker. The turd and his sort-of behaving sister start fighting over who has more stickers. I decline a reminder card and inform my children with my eyes that we are leaving NOW!
I grab little man by one hand and part walk, part drag him out of the office. His sister is whining because his other hand is full of stickers, meanwhile she only has six. With a total Momma on the edge voice, I tell her life isn’t fair. She doesn’t push it.
We survived the doctor’s visit, barely. I load the kids up and vow to never, ever let nap time slide again. I throw the truck in reverse and look behind me, just in time to see my baby boy closing his eyes. Sleep you sweet little monster, just sleep.
Ever have these days???
26 thoughts on “Don’t. Skip. Naptime. Just Don’t. Ever.”
Definite “empathy like” from me on this post. ((Hugs)) to you.
Thanks 🙂 It was a rough one.
oh cripes, i’m on edge after reading all that.
a) great reminder as to why we are one and done, b) didn’t you just wanna scream at him to wake him up?? (kidding- sort of), c) i always used to travel with a bag of toys and food that she only got in situations like this. not that it would’ve helped because hell hath no fury for a toddler who missed his nap.
at least you get a blog post out of it? 😉 🙂 hugs, mama.
YES! I wanted to scream at him…ya know, the way I do at home so he knows I mean business. It was bad enough that I (barely) spanked him in front of his pediatrician. I had keep my cool on some level. A snack might would have helped though…I should have been better prepared. 🙂
Yes, Baby C has been a little storm of rage the last few days because he’s been feeling a bit under the weather so everything is a HUGE crisis. Sigh…
Twindaddy!!! Glad to hear from you. I didn’t think I’d hear from you again.
“Storm of rage”… I can definitely identify with that description. 🙂
Of course you will. I never intended to stop reading.
Glad to hear that 🙂
I’ve had many, many days like these. Grab yourself a glass of red wine! 🙂
Had to be red that night… A white wine just wouldn’t cut it. Lol
I can relate! Awesome post! Thanks for the play by play! I swear docs need to do something about that stupid waiting game, I’m sure they are doing it on purpose, just to see how long it will take to see us blow!
I’m lucky because our wait is never that long. This all occurred in an hours time…exhausting! Thanks for checking out my story 🙂
Sorry, I looked at this from a great piece of writing standpoint and not necessarily about what a rotten few hours you had! I LOVED your style with this, especially how the references for your son varied throughout (Satan’s Little Helper… Lol). But it was interesting how when he was at his worst, he was just simply “the boy.” And at the conclusion, when he settled down for the drive, he was “my baby boy.” Great job. Don’t worry… There will be days like these, but less and less as they grow. And grow they must!
I didn’t even realize the timing of my reference to “the boy” until you pointed that out. That’s pretty funny. Thanks for the lovely comment. Hearing what I write is funny is always a compliment but hearing that I wrote it well means even more. … thanks for that!!!
Always my pleasure. I love your blog!
Correction: Shit WILL go down.
Great post–those days were so long ago for me, but you brought it all back. It made me appreciate my teenagers who just grunt a greeting and disappear into their rooms 🙂
Not looking forward to those days!! Thanks for reading Marcy 🙂
The image of the little guy bursting out of his shirt like the incredible hulk is hilarious!
Until your his mother and have already apologized a gazillion times for his epic behavior! Lol I know, I can’t help but laugh at some of his melt downs. They are just so damn dramatic.
Oh man.. I do not miss nap time days at all!! I know it was hard at the time but this post was pretty hysterical! I love the imagery you used to describe the little bother. 😉
Thanks Jen. I laughed myself while writing this one. It was a horrific day but made a great story to tell.
You’d think people working in a doctor’s office (pediatrician?) would A) have a little more empathy for a mother dealing with a kid meltdown and B) be very used to the normal (mis)behavior of kids. Sorry this happened to you.
Oh don’t be sorry. Lol It’s all part of it. And I love the staff at the office….but the boy was just THAT bad that day.
Totally relatable! I’m almost past the temper tantrum stage…we’ve moved to (almost always) in-house tantrums. And then come the teenage years…