I’d managed to finish work on time and was looking forward to starting my three day weekend with my family. I got in my car and drove to my in-laws to pick up Little Mr. I knocked the door and was looking forward to seeing my son after a busy and tiring day at work. I heard my mother-in-law come to the door with Little Mr as she said ‘oh I wonder if it’s Mommy or Daddy!’, she opened the door and he said ‘oh it’s Mommy, where’s Daddy?’ as he ignored me at the door and ran back into the lounge in a grump.
I always knew he would chose favourites. My Father-in-law is idolised by Little Mr. Their relationship is lovely to watch and they just get on so well. My Mother-in-law doesn’t get a look in most of the day and when hugs and kisses are on offer at the end of the day, he always goes to Grandad first then Nanny.
On arriving home, I let Little Mr knock the door (it’s one of his new favourite things to do) but as we were the first ones home, I unlocked the door and let us both in. Queue hysterics that Daddy wasn’t home and he wanted to wait for him outside the front door in the cold and rain. Not happening!
I started my usual routine of preparing dinner and popped a pizza under the grill for Little Mr. Heaven knows why I put it under the grill and not in the oven, of course it’s going to burn and it did. Whilst I was thinking on my feet about what other meal I could quickly prepare for him, I shut him and the dog out of the kitchen (via the dog gate and the both could still see me through the gate) so I could have some space and unload the dishwasher and put the kettle on for a well deserved cup of tea. They both hate being locked out of the kitchen so naturally more tantrums and screaming fits followed with Little Mr throwing his bottle of water across the room in a rage of displeasure.
The tears I can handle, he’s only (nearly) two years old. He’s still very young and is learning so much, developmentally. For every day that passes he’s learning new words, stringing more words together to form sentences and for most of the time, he’s a very pleasant little boy who is kind and polite.
We’re also in a phase at the moment where Little Mr is (still) waking up throughout the night and is getting really upset. It’s following on from the disrupted bedtime routine (as he didn’t take to his big boy bed) so we have had disturbed sleep for over four weeks now. We are all suffering from it. Little Mr is tired throughout the day and I know both hubby and I are both desperate for some, a lot of, quality, undisturbed sleep.
Last night as he was settling down to sleep, hubby had to leave his usual spot on the landing outside Little Mr’s room to go and play Squash. This, of course, didn’t go down well and whilst I was outside his room waiting for him patiently to drop off to sleep, I wasn’t Daddy and he wasn’t happy. He threw his dummies across the room and had an almighty tantrum. I tried all my usual techniques to settle him, speaking softly and encouraging him to lie down but no, it was Daddy he wanted and he wasn’t going to settle until Daddy came back up the stairs and walked into his room.
The tears began to flow down my cheeks as he lay back down for his Daddy and settled off to sleep. The rejection of my son hurts. I know he’s young and he (probably) doesn’t know what he’s doing but it still hurts. I would lay down my life in a flash for that little boy. He has no idea of how much love I feel for him.
I’m hoping this is just a phase, it’s got to be. Usually I can handle the rejection of being favourited over my hubby but last night it was all too much.