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averygoodun42Page is a sweet boy. He is. He is intelligent, enthusiastic, loving, kind-hearted, extremely cute and generally loveable.
He's also a lazy bugger who can't grasp the concept of mom needing physical space and mental alone time and needs to be the center of attention at all times. Also, he's an 8-year-old boy who needs his mom to go with him when he goes to a different floor because he's "scared."
Guess which Page I'm seeing more of right now?
That last trait is really driving me crazy. I hate it So. Much. And I don't know how to combat it. And "combat" is the proper word, because if I don't just escort him, he puts up such a stink (complete with mega-whines, complaining and general brattiness) that I want to beat him. I generally do end up yelling at him, sometimes with enough vigor that I am scarier than the imagined horrors that an empty floor seem to hold. I don't think that's the best way to go about things, though.
Of course, all of this is exacerbated by Geoff being away because both of our anxiety levels go up then, and we react to anxiety in very different (possibly even polar opposite) ways. I want to retreat, he wants to cling. I have been trying to be understanding and accommodating, but it's been wearing on me. I can only go for a few days (a week at most) before I am about to blow with the added emotional stress.
As it is, I am considering locking myself in my room and letting him fend for himself for a day while I try to recover my calm. That would only be successful if I can block out his whines, though.
God, what did I do to encourage so much whining? (<--she says unironically)
Ah well. We will survive this. Only five more days till Geoff gets back, and then another five till we go off on vacation. Also, my period will be over soon, so that will help in all sorts of ways.
Hope life is going better for you all.
ETA: Okay, he's taking a nap which means he's coming down with something. Again. His other eye is bothering him now. *sigh* I hope we don't have to go back to the doctor's this week.
Also, I've gotten a few things done which have helped clean up the place, which always helps my state of mind. Living in a pit really, really aggravates me. (The homemade coconut mocha latte I had has also kicked in, which also helps; chemical dependence rocks, ya'll. :-/)
So, yeah. Not everything sucks.
He's also a lazy bugger who can't grasp the concept of mom needing physical space and mental alone time and needs to be the center of attention at all times. Also, he's an 8-year-old boy who needs his mom to go with him when he goes to a different floor because he's "scared."
Guess which Page I'm seeing more of right now?
That last trait is really driving me crazy. I hate it So. Much. And I don't know how to combat it. And "combat" is the proper word, because if I don't just escort him, he puts up such a stink (complete with mega-whines, complaining and general brattiness) that I want to beat him. I generally do end up yelling at him, sometimes with enough vigor that I am scarier than the imagined horrors that an empty floor seem to hold. I don't think that's the best way to go about things, though.
Of course, all of this is exacerbated by Geoff being away because both of our anxiety levels go up then, and we react to anxiety in very different (possibly even polar opposite) ways. I want to retreat, he wants to cling. I have been trying to be understanding and accommodating, but it's been wearing on me. I can only go for a few days (a week at most) before I am about to blow with the added emotional stress.
As it is, I am considering locking myself in my room and letting him fend for himself for a day while I try to recover my calm. That would only be successful if I can block out his whines, though.
God, what did I do to encourage so much whining? (<--she says unironically)
Ah well. We will survive this. Only five more days till Geoff gets back, and then another five till we go off on vacation. Also, my period will be over soon, so that will help in all sorts of ways.
Hope life is going better for you all.
ETA: Okay, he's taking a nap which means he's coming down with something. Again. His other eye is bothering him now. *sigh* I hope we don't have to go back to the doctor's this week.
Also, I've gotten a few things done which have helped clean up the place, which always helps my state of mind. Living in a pit really, really aggravates me. (The homemade coconut mocha latte I had has also kicked in, which also helps; chemical dependence rocks, ya'll. :-/)
So, yeah. Not everything sucks.
