Posted on | June 26, 2012 | 7 Comments
I’ve had an increasingly difficult time keeping Sully occupied. And honestly? An increasingly difficult time enjoying him. He’s hit that “sweet spot” of toddler terror, and most days I’m ready to pull out my hair by 10:00AM.
He is freaking brilliant. He can be incredibly sweet. He is a daddy’s boy to the core, and he calls me “Princess Mommy” and gives the best hugs in the world.
But he also pushes his brother, throws toys, slams his body to the ground in fits of rage, and refuses to listen when he’s decided he’s over it (whatever “it” may be at that moment). This isn’t a call for crafts and lessons and parenting books. Believe me. I’m well-prepared in that area. Sometimes, it doesn’t matter what the experts say and what the super moms do to keep their toddlers in check. Sometimes, you just need a damn break.
Enter, Mother’s Morning Out.
We found a program at a local church. It isn’t a Catholic program (much to my Nana’s dismay), but it’s run by a small church in one of the most beautiful areas of town. Since I called several months ago, I managed to get him in on the program. Y’all, you would not believe the competition to get into these programs. You would think they are the segue to Ivy League, when in reality, they are just finger painting and serving up peaches and Cheerios, but I digress. He’s in, I’m thrilled, and things are about to change.
I woke him up this morning and told him he was going to school. “YAY! School day, Sully! You’re going to have so much fun, and nice old ladies will take you on walks and help you paint!” All he heard was, “Ladies,” and repeated the rest of the morning that he was going to see “the ladies.” Cool enough. So I snapped the obligatory “First Daycare Picture,” fed him breakfast, and loaded his little butt up for the drop off zone.
This is the first time he’s been to a “school.” The gym day care doesn’t exactly count as they usually just pop in a movie and throw some toys on the ground. I was amazed at how clean and fun it looked. Seriously, if I wasn’t so desperate for some time away from toddlers, I probably would have sat down and played too. Instead, I high-tailed in out of there as soon as I filled out the rest of the paperwork, realized that Sully was happy as a clam, and snatched up the emergency numbers.
When I came to pick him up a couple hours later, he didn’t want to leave. “The ladies” said he had a wonderful time and was an angel.
Proof your children will always behave better for someone else.
But I really think this is going to be a good thing for Sully AND for me. He was played out and ready for a nap when he got him. His brother got some time without him pulling toys away, and I got the chance to sit down and read and get some work done without feeling guilty because he was bored and wanted my attention. Usually, I only get a brief afternoon period for “me time”, and I almost always fill it with chores. While Arlo rested, it was amazing to have some time to get things done that I actually wanted to do.
So, maybe I’m a mean mommy for being happy my kid is in a healthy, fun environment five hours a week. Maybe I’m mean for being glad to drop him off and let someone else run out some energy. But I’ll be damned if this isn’t one of the best decisions we have made so far in our parenting journey.