Dec 30 2007
Vacation is over
We have moved from vacation mode to survival mode with Fuller in Ohio. I have to admit I poured myself a bit of wine (ok, a lot of wine) after I put Fuller to bed. There was a bit of relief that the day was over and an overwhelming sense of survival as I shut the door.
~Yesterday Fuller told my mom to “Shut up!” and a collective gasp went through the household. Well, I guess it did. I was in the bathroom. My mom came and told me about the behavior later, explaining the time out and tears from Fuller. Later I gave him a spanking and small lecture (rude boys are bad boys).
But the entire episode left us all wondering, “Where did he hear that?” We don’t tell each other to shut up. And I started wondering about the evil TV… when my little sister figured it out. We tell the dogs to shut up all. the. time. Oops. I guess it isn’t just words we use toward other people we have to be careful about- it is all words. Duh.
~Church with Fuller was a nightmare today. He just wouldn’t sit still and kept demanding to be held when we were standing. Prayer time was his cue to start reading the bulletin and repeating, “Holy, holy, holy” over and over. I took him out of the sanctuary to spank him once, but felt truly defeated. I was never so thankful for Children’s Church.
~Tonight he was asking to go to Ohio and I told him we were in Ohio. Finally he said, “I wanna go HOME.”
I was able to follow up with a geography lesson on Ohio versus Tennessee. He looked at me confused. Then I told him we would go home on Thursday. He was placated and went to bed.
Maybe tomorrow he will be running a little bit slower than 90 miles per hour.
Fuller could use pedometers to count the many steps he took today. He was insistent on running me into the ground!
I feel for ya, sister. I’m right there in the trenches with you. Except my dear, darling, sweet girl belts out, “MOVE IT, PEOPLE!” in the grocery store or in the car. Like a little trucker. Turns out my husband and I both say, er, unpleasant things while driving.