I’ve regressed this past few days. My little man is testing me, and I’m failing. Yesterday was an all too familiar story. I binged, I burned and I cried a little.
This morning I had no energy. Little man tipped his blocks and toys all over the floor for the 100th time. He screeched looking for drinks and food and attention. He used me as his climbing frame and then suddenly, he slapped me in the face.
I snapped!! Rage consumed me, I grabbed him quickly, swept him up into my arms, and I CUDDLED him.
There was magic in that cuddle. The stress and angst and anger flowed from my body, to be replaced with love and warmth, and kindness. I guess motherly instinct made me do it, and I’m thankful for that. We then played with puzzles, wrestled and enjoyed each other’s company. He’s napping now.
I’m trying to hit my reset button. I’m going to do some progressive muscle relaxation and have a shower.