Mommy Moment at the Monster – Alison Style

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!
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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.

Wait, what?

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.

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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!

Comments

  1. Thank you so much for having me here today Natalie!

  2. Oooooo…been there! Did he do the limp thing, too? That’s mine’s favorite. Then it’s like trying to pick up a boneless, slippery eel or something. So awesome that you were able to call for back-up!

  3. Both my kids have done exactly the same thing.

    But just tonight my hubby had run out to the store real quick and I was getting the kids started on bedtime. Jammies, teeth…it was time for teeth so I sent them up to do it. They messed around, had to come back down for something, messed around. I keep hollering for them to just brush their dang teeth. Then my husband walks in. Now I don’t know if it was only coincidence, but right after he got home, they got to brushing their teeth.

  4. My son does this to me all the time. It’s so frustrating! What’s even worse is when you go to pick them up and they make their whole body limp, as you basically drop them. Grrr, kids!

  5. Nice mommy moment! I hate it when the hubs takes over and they suddenly transform back into angels. The hubs then gives you a look that says “what was all the fuss about anyway? Look nothing to it!”

  6. Ugh, mine do that, too.

    Total little crazy children and then I talk to my husband and tell him that I need a break… and then he walks in and they are the most darling things ever.

  7. this happens to me all the time, I can’t tell you how many times it takes just my husband turning around and LOOKING at them for the boys to settle…I leave or go out and I come back, “THEY WERE ANGELS” and of course I’m pissed..because it seems like they enjoy just jerking my chain. SO I nodded right along side you during this…being a mom means they think they can get away with things AND BE protected.

    they must be crazy 😉

    *HUGS*

  8. Hey sometimes you’ve gotta call for back up…and that’s ok! That’s what those men are there for :)

  9. Oh I remember those days! My kids used to straighten up like a board making it impossible to buckle the center clip! Happy that your husband was around to help out!!

  10. Oh em gee. Why do they do that? Ack!

  11. Oh yes, has absolutely happened to me and always at the most inconvenient times when I have zero patience left in my body. I usually just yell louder unfortunately. And of course feel bad about it later.

  12. Oh, I have been there with my 3 girls and Oh, how completely frustrating and infuriating it is. First that the kids are doing it but a bigger second that the husband walks in and bam – everything is peachy keen. I work out of the house and my husband is at home with the kids – it’s always been this set up for us and the kids are now 7, 3 and 3. I am mostly in charge over the weekends because I’ll admit to having the easier job and he SO needs a break. The one exception has ALWAYS been nap time – none of my girls will nap for me. Not since they were babies and especially not now. I don’t know why they are just demons like that. I end up in tears every time and flat out refuse to nap them. So, my husband does it. Why don’t they respond to me like him? I use the same words, same tone, same everything. They just think it’s funny coming out of my mouth instead of his. ARGH!!!!

  13. OMG those toddlers are so wicked smart. So funny and I am so sorry also. ugh.

  14. Why do our kids do that to us?

    I’m going to start videotaping those witching hours…you know, when you’re trying to make dinner and the kids are being complete demons until your husband walks through the door.

    Because I need proof.

  15. Mine both did it. The arching away from the seat? Makes me crazy!

  16. Ah, yes. The human earwig routine. I have been through this. Times three. Times, uh, infinity. Conniving little sprites, these children are. Hugs to you, mama.

  17. Your post takes me back, to days I thought would never end.

    BIG reason why I follow you.

    Happy to see you here.

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