Words + Wednesday+A Four Year Old

Generally, Wednesday's in the blog world, are a fun day to just post pictures & go to bed.  

But today.

mmmmm

This WEEK? 

Has no place for a wordless Wednesday.  We are wordy over here this evening.

ALL words!

I am beginning to think that the people who coined the term "terrible twos" just had no clue what they were talking about.  Can we talk about four???  Y'all, I am at a loss for words.

My next question is...

What happened to my sweet, innocent, loving, biggest heart in the world, Cam?  The past two weeks have been 99.9% whining, complaining, & wanting a n y t h i n g but what I do for him.  This is a real + raw moment.  I'm feeling discouraged about my momma abilities.  I feel unloved.  Unappreciated.  And like I am letting my children down.  And in letting them down...I feel like I'm useless.

Let's just start with the day we dropped Daddy off at the airport.  The exact minute the Mr. shut the door, Cam started begging for ice cream.  He wouldn't eat anything h e a l t h y we cooked for him-but homeboy was all about some ice cream.  Mmmm nope.  

Worst.  Momma.  Ever.

Then, we seen a carnival (oh, you know basically 4 pm on a Sunday evening) & then he set in wanting to go there.  Just what I need to do.  Single handedly drag two sleepy kiddos four + under around a carnival.  Not to mention we were trying to make it home for the Sunday evening church service.  Again, who gave ME license to be a mama??

And let's not even talk about the fact that he wants to have the phone or iPad all up in his face 24/7.  In my best Kevin McCallister impression...

AHHHHHhhhhhHAAHHHHHH:/

Fast forward to Monday & Tuesday...  
Mommy, I hate school.  I don't want to go.  I don't like naps.

Tuesday morning=peeling him off of me screaming refusing to get in the car to go to school.  Mommy, no!  Mommy, no!

I tell you, that was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do as a parent so far.  I know, you're thinking-she's got something coming, right?  

<<PRAY FOR THIS GIRL>>

The m i n u t e I picked him up for school that day?  

The whining set in again.

I looked at his teacher (somewhat concerned he may be sick) & she shook her head.

No, he's been fine for me.

😑

I'll end my post by saying brother boy can pitch one about ice cream + refusing naps.

  And when you give in to him, he's not happy & wants something else.

Then, theres little brother.

You better believe he's gonna join in the whining game.

Little brother got g a m e in that area, y'all.
Ain't NOBODY gonna sit baby in a corner.

Meanwhile, Mama's over here having those come to Jesus moments I mentioned a post or two back- trying my b e s t to remain calm + collected, while trying to convince myself I'm not crazy.

Telling him he has to nap + he can't eat ice-cream for supper isn't equal to 1st degree murder...right??

I'm not so sure sometimes.

Enough of wordy Wednesday.

We are over the hump + Spring Break home free🙌

#allthepraisehands