I didn’t plan on having a wrestling match with my son this morning. Especially not a serious one. But that’s what happened when unexpectedly he freaked out at the prospect of riding with another mom and classmate to preschool even though I was going to be in the car, too! Last night my friend and neighbor texted to suggest we carpool to school then on to church since we’re taking part in a weekly women’s Bible study. It made sense to me, so I agreed. Thomas knew about it when I mentioned it last night and this morning. All was fine until they pulled up and I was helping him get on shoes and socks. Once ready to go he stubbornly refused to get up and walk out, demanding that we take our car instead. So I marched out to their car, deposited my purse and his backpack then proceeded to rope the wild boar like a cowboy and drag it out. In the scuffle I spanked his bottom, screamed out when he kicked the wall and a picture fell and yanked him closer to me when another of his kicks knocked suntan bottles off a garage shelf. Finally I forced the seatbelt around him in the back seat of my friend’s car and shoved his legs in as I slammed the door. What a scene! To say it was stressful would be correct. To say it would have been hilarious to later play back on video would be true, too. The worst part I didn’t realize until the adrenaline rush was over that my left wrist now feels sprained from the struggle. And to top it off I have been trying to “take it easy” since yesterday when I went to a chiropractor to relieve the shooting pain in my neck and upper back that started while jogging. The doctor said one of my ribs was out of place, so he popped it back along with two adjustments in my neck. Just what the doctor would not have ordered–a wrestling match with an out-of-control 4-year-old less than 24 hours later. No DVDs, CDs or TV for Thomas today as punishment!
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 51
This post was written by Tara on September 11, 2012