The clock strikes 6:33 and I finally convince myself that it’s time to get up and get the day going. I am not always as lucky to get up on my own terms, so I try not to take advantage of my luck. I get up, I let the dog out, and fix the boy’s breakfast: Cheerios and milk or yogurt and muffin? I run through the past mornings in my head and I decide that Cheerios and milk is going to give me a better chance at a happy morning. As I slowly walk to his bedroom, I take a deep breath and open the door, “Good morning sunshine”. And the day has officially started. He laughs, gets up, jumps around, and lets me know it’s dark. Thank you my dear sweet child, I’m well aware of the darkness in the room and outside as fall is here. But I appreciate his observation and repeat in a joyful manner “Yes kiddo, it IS dark”.
We go the kitchen and he asks for Cheerios and milk (YES! I got it right!). But sure enough, like every morning for the past couple of weeks, the argument over having a freezy at 7:00am continues and we go through the whole schpeel again. “I want freezy!” No one is getting a freezy at 7:00am. Get over it. So he sits, grumbles, but is happy when I bring him his second spoon for breakfast because having two spoons is way better than having one and if toddler is happy, mama is happy. (2 points for mom!) The child is now settled into eating his breakfast and appears to have forgotten about the freezy… or has he? Sure enough he finishes his breakfast and asks for a freezy (ugh). He cries, he pulls at the freezer, he yells “I want my freezy!” And while I yell profanities in my head, I calmly turn to him and let him know that he just isn’t getting one, and I walk away. Always walk away. I try not to engage in these temper tantrums.
After dropping my son off at daycare, I go to work. Fast forward to the pick-up and I’m told he had a good day and he’s happy, laughing, and smiling and I think “I’m so lucky.” But the second we enter the house the argument starts again like it never ended. That darn freezy that is the bane of my existence these days takes over my sanity. ENOUGH WITH THE FREEZY! I yell in my head. But I respond out loud: “No thank you. First dinner then freezy.” Cue the temper tantrums and I calmly tell my beautiful child that we are not having a freezy at this time, but we sure can after dinner. In my head, that translates to: My gawd NO! Stop asking for a damn freezy! We do this every day! Why can’t you just understand and accept that that stupid freezy comes after dinner!! I’m about to shove this freezy up your… Calm down mama. And with that, I let him freak out and again, I walk away.
During dinner time, I hear about the freezy and I plan ways in my head to annihilate every freezy factory in the nation while cursing the inventors of the sacred freezy. This cathartic practice lets me keep my cool long enough to get through dinner (with my husband’s help of course).
Dinner ends and guess who is NOT asking for a freezy? You got it! My boy. That amazing child who is my whole world has forgotten about the freezy. I feel I need to give him one anyway because he did eat his dinner and I want to teach him about consequences and good choices. I ask him if he wants a freezy and he jumps up all surprised and yells “FREEZY!” Why is this a surprise?! I take him to the freezer and we take a look at all the pretty colours: there’s blue and red and peach and orange and purple and white. My dear boy, “which colour would you like?” He responds “Red!” So I tear the red one off the pack and I am about to cut the tip when “NO! No red!” Followed by whining and that squished face children make when they’re about to go downhill. So not red then? Which colour? Now it’s a game. I’ve created a game with this adorable mini-human which I do not in any way want to play but he thinks is awesome. We can learn colours in all sorts of ways but no, this is the way he wants to do it now. Is it worth a fight? At this point after a full days’ work and an hour into my double shift (which is parenting) I allow the “game” to continue much to my dismay. Finally he picks blue and says blue so I’m as happy as a kid getting a freezy and I cut the tip off and hand it over and he says “thank you” in his cute little voice and I smile and tell him “you’re welcome”. He sits in his green plastic chair that is meant to be his Thinking-Chair for time outs and eats his freezy with glee. He looks me in the eye and smiles and all I hear from that look is “gotcha again mama… see you tomorrow for the next round of the same thing.”