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HOLY CRAP I can’t do this.

Posted on 02. Aug, 2011 by Andy Ptacek in The balancing act

I’m 26 weeks pregnant. I have a two-year-old. I cried today.

My son was ornery this morning to say the least. My breaking point occurred not when he jumped around in a fit when I had to get ready for work, or when he clenched his teeth and squeezed my arm in frustration, or when he told ME to go to time out, or when he wouldn’t put his clothes on, but when I accidently mixed up the dog’s pills. The dog who should have gotten bladder meds got allergy meds and vise versa. Already late, I had to call the vet to confirm I wasn’t going to kill anyone before heading out for the day. Not that big of a deal in itself, but messing up something I could control really pissed me off.

Of course Tavin wouldn’t corporate getting in his carseat because he didn’t want his rain boots to fall off (yes I live in Arizona and it’s August, but you did hear the part about him being two, right?) so I have to lift him up over my big, huge pregnant belly and get him strapped in. Of course I then start crying and my 5 minute makeup job is also a complete bust.

Now it’s not just about my sucky morning, but the fact that this baby in my big, huge pregnant belly is coming and I now realize there is no way I can do this! The tears turn into sobs. I can’t expect Tavin to act like he’s 25… he was having a bad day for his own reasons and his little mind can only cope with so much before acting out. The scary part is when this happens again 3 months from now there will be ANOTHER little person needing my attention and what the heck do I do when they both are freaking out at the same time?!

I realize I am being dramatic at this point so then I just start feeling sorry for myself. These stupid pregnancy hormones are making me cry off all my makeup! A two-year-old “broke” me! He is getting faster and I am getting slower so physically he now has the advantage. I’ve lost control!

As I’m crying my son breaks his silence since getting in the car and says, “Mom, it will be okay. You’ll feel better” …The same thing I tell him when he has an owie.

HOLY CRAP I can’t do this.