Reagan is awake. He slept for a couple hours. He had a nice quiet nap. I hear him. He is calling for me to get him “down!”
He does not want me to get him down! “Wahhhh.” I wait.
I go back. “Wahhh.”
I iron. I put clothes away. I go back. “Waaahh.” I smell something. His room is stinky. I step closer. “ WWAAAAHHHH!” Oh, but he is messy. I step closer. “WWWWWAAAHHH!! NOOO!”
I leave.
I wait.
I go back. “Wahh. Waaah. Nooo!!”
So after some time I decide to just get him out and change his diaper. I do not want him to sit in it. Gross.
Oh man, is he mad. I change him and he runs away. He goes in his room. He is mad:
I feel sad.
Sad kid = Sad mom.
Time goes by.
He comes out of his room with big lower lip. His eyebrows are down. He throws his football. “mine,” he says quietly.
He wonders off to find Brad and Aubryn. Brad helps him make a ghost sucker. They come show me. Reagan is happy. Yeah, Brad!!
Happy kids = Happy Mom.
2 comments:
It sounds like Reagan has something that Sophie sometimes gets after a very restful nap. My dad calls it post-nap depression (kind of like post pardum depression) Just like us mom's, they have no control over it. Glad to hear your kids were able to help him out of it anf mom is happy again!
It's when I hear stories like this that I wonder if I shouldn't have spaced my kids a little bit farther apart. Brad sounds like such a great helper. My youngest sister was ten years younger than me, so I helped my mom a lot; All of mine are so little - I don't get much help.
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