June 30, 2008
Because I Said So
I’m sick. It’s laryngitis, I think. Thanks to WebMD, I was able to determine why I have had a sore throat and raspy, almost non-existent voice since last Wednesday.
I honestly thought it was just a looming cold, but it’s not. Then I thought it might be seasonal allergies, but anti-histamines do nothing to relieve my symptoms. I’ve made an appointment for later this morning, and hopefully my doctor won’t be an asshole today.
Last night (or rather, this morning?) I was wide awake until 4:30 a.m. with no logical explanation as to why. I wanted to go to sleep, because I was truly tired, but my body wasn’t having any of that pesky sleep. My golly, it had better things to do; such as watch bad T.V. and read magazines and blogs until the birds began chirping outside my living room window. WTF is up with that?
And Dawson. Dear sweet, devilish Dawson. He is driving me Capital C-R-A-Z-Y. And I can’t take it anymore.
This child is testing me. I swear he is saving up all his energy to drive me batty. The constant whining. The screaming like a girl - it’s a blood curdling scream, too.
Yesterday he let out a shriek and I honestly thought he stepped on a nail (we were outside). It was enough to make my heart stop. Turns out he stepped in dog poop. Fresh dog poop that Murphy left right next to Dawson’s sandbox. Had I known it was there, I would have scooped it up right away.
And this boy of mine will not leave Murphy alone. He insists that he’s just “loving him” and he pulls on his ears and pinches his fur and drags him by the collar to wherever he’d like him to go. My poor pup clings to my side and the look in his eye says, “Please, woman! Keep that little Lucifer away from me!”
I’ve tried to separate the two of them, and it usually results in tears and whining. “But I LOVE him!” Dawson will say. Yeah. It shows. Leave the dog alone, goll’ dammit!
I refuse to kennel Murphy when Dawson is in these destructive moods, because I don’t want to punish the dog for being so tolerant of that 3-foot person.
I’ve given Dawson several time outs, but he just doesn’t seem to understand what he’s doing wrong — because he goes right back and does it again.
Oh, and we’ve entered the Why Stage. I can’t take it. Everything I say results in Dawson asking, “Why?”
Dawson, please throw your garbage away. Why? Because that’s where it belongs.
Dawson, it’s time to come in the house. Why? Because it’s getting dark outside.
Dawson, your shoes are on the wrong feet. Why? Because you put them there.
Dawson, leave the dog alone!!! Why? BECAUSE I SAID SO!
And then I realized I’ve become my mother. Something I thought would NEVER happen. But after my husband counted how many times I said, “Because I SAID so!” (18 in one day), I realized it’s inevitable and I’m not going to fight it anymore. I’m too tired. And maybe that’s how I got laryngitis. Or why my voice has left the building.
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June 30th, 2008 at 8:48 pm, Daisy Says:
Oh, the voice. Ouch. And why? It’s great when they’re curious, but there are limits. As to the dog, why should he leave him alone? Because the dog doesn’t like what he’s doing! Hope you feel better soon.
Daisys last blog post..Oh, Canada - you’re so green.
July 1st, 2008 at 1:17 pm, Jendi Says:
I so know the “Why?” stage!
and…
My girls won’t leave the cat alone - even after she bites them. I can’t really blame the cat, the girls were a little too “loving.”
I certainly related to this post.