When B was little and I was a single mother I can honestly tell you I was not the best supreme mom there was to have around. He tested me in ways that no one has ever before. I have had hair pulled out of my skull, been head butted so hard I had a goose egg and started screaming in agony when my son went missing from with women’s clothes aisle, only to find him playing in the skirt rack.
I remember being on a small military base with him while his dad was out doing god knows what, but we were in the commissary and at this time B wanted to test who could hoodwink who first. He started in with his moronic 2 yr old antics, I ignored them for awhile, until I could feel my blood boiling underneath my skin, so I picked him up, hard and firm and all you hear throughout the entire store was… owww mommy your hurting me. Little shit. So then everyone is looking at me, wondering what in the hell I am doing to this poor child… LOLOLOL asshole. Or when you try to pinch them to get their attention and all you get is a Oh mommy your pinching me LOLOLOL
Then there was the times where is would have a holy pitch fit and I just stood there watching him, that would piss him off. Then I would just pick him up and go throw him on his bed in his room.. once, the fit didn’t stop and come to realize when I threw him on the bed he bounced up and hit the corner of his head on the dresser.. UGH.. so what does any good mother do? I moved the dresser for next time.
Never believe that Silence is golden. Something is waiting to happen. When you know that the kids are in a room quiet, and you don’t see the cat, something is going terribly wrong.