That’s right! It’s time for another Mommy Moment at the Monster!
Let’s welcome Alison from Mama Wants This! Alison is a mama of one, loves to cook, is a fantastic writer, and is as addicted to social media as I am! She also has a weekly meme called Mama Wants This! Guest Stars.
So once again welcome Alison! If you’re not sure what a Mommy Moment at the Monster is, head over and read all about how Mommy Moments at the Monster came to be.
Go grab a cup of coffee and a donut, ahem, I mean a low-fat muffin, or depending on the time of the day maybe some wine and chocolate, and sit back and enjoy the story!
When Natalie asked me to write a Mommy Moment, I squeed.
Then I thought, huh, I don’t have a moment worth writing about.
So my son decided to help out. He gave me a Moment.
One afternoon, after his nap, we headed out to his grandparents place, 10 minutes down the road. We live in an apartment block, which required us getting into an elevator to the lower ground level, walking along a corridor, then going up a short flight of stairs to the car park (yeah you don’t want to forget something in the car).
He was happy to have his shoes put on. He was happy to get out of the house. He ran happily into the elevator. He walked along the corridor, squealing in delight. I helped him up the stairs.
We reached the top. He wanted to go left. I said no, we’re going right, where the car is. No dice. He started to pull free, tugging at my hand to go in the direction he wanted. Did I mention that this is a car park? Where cars are aplenty? Sometimes they even move?
I decided I wasn’t going to get into a tug of war in a danger zone. I tried to pick him up by sliding my hands under his armpits. Except I couldn’t as he’d squeezed his arms in tightly. He then tried to sit down. He started to scream in protest.
I was getting frustrated and told him to give it up, cooperate with me already! So I body lifted him, holding his legs with my left arm, gripping his upper body with my right. I looked like I was carrying a sack of potatoes, except one that wriggled and fought and tried to hit me in the face. One that screamed with all the might his little lungs could muster.
We got to the car. I popped him into the car seat, and started to put the seat belt on, looping his arms through. He was still screaming and was now trying to pull my hair. He then decided to try and get out of the car seat, probably thinking, if she can’t get me into the seat, we won’t have to go at all! (smart boy) He arched his back, stretching his legs out, and I was unable to buckle the seat belt.
I tried to push him down gently. Nope. He wasn’t having any of it. If anything, it made him scream louder. I told him to stop it, many times. My voice getting louder, shakier; my face, red. I tried again. And somehow, he’d managed to free his arms of the seat belt on both sides and started to scoot down and off the seat. He turned himself around and ended up hanging off the car seat, short legs dangling in mid air. It would have looked comical if he wasn’t still screaming and crying.
I was near tears. With the
monster toddler still hanging off the car seat, sweat beading my brow, and hands shaking, I picked up my phone and called my husband, who happened to be home at the time.
He picked up, “Hello?”
“Two options: one – you come down right this moment and put your son into the car seat. Two – we’re both coming back up and we’re not going out for the next 5 years. I’ve had it, this kid is not listening to me,” my voice was terse, clipped and teary.
“I’m coming now.” *click*
I decided to walk back to the lift with him to wait for his father. In the three minutes it took for my husband to get to us, the toddler had calmed down and smiled at his Papa when he saw him. He then walked him back to the car, put him in the car seat and strapped him in, no dramas.
And that, my friends, was my Mommy Moment. It was not my shining moment. It was not my proud moment. It was the moment I realized that sometimes, I have to give up and let my husband take charge. And that, is alright.
This happens to me all the time!! BOTH the girls do it, and it drives me crazy! I’m glad to know I’m not the only one, and this is why we share these Mommy Moments! Thanks Alison, for sharing your Mommy Moment with us…and for reminding us that we all make mistakes.
There’s no manual out there for what we do, so sharing stories like this helps us all learn from each other.
Now head over to Alison’s place Mama Wants This! and if you are new there, make sure to tell her that I sent you!