If the definition if insanity is doing the same thing over and over and over again expecting to see different results, then why does everyone keep telling me to be so consistent with disciplining my son? Because people, I am doing the same darn thing every time he acts like a little brat and so far, the behavior is not changing. By all accounts, I must be insane.

The past few days have sucked the sanity right out of me. Jonas has exhibited obnoxious behavior with amazing savoir faire, and I JUST CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE! Yesterday I got in the car alone to run an errand and I was seriously tempted to drive away and not come back home for a week or two. Everything I have told him to do has been met with open defiance.

Eat at the table= sneak food onto couch and spill it.
Go to bed= run screaming up and down the stairs until mom has to use duct tape to lock you in your room at eleven pm.
Don’t jump on your sister= jump harder and try to push her off of the couch just to see mom leap across the room in a single bound, and twist her ankle trying to catch the baby before her head hits the linoleum.

Someone asked me the other day how I had gotten the baby weight off. I think chasing an errant three year old up and down stairs all day does the trick.

This has been going for over a week now. Starting today, all television privileges have been revoked. I have noticed that his behavior improves when he watches less tv. The problem is that when he is being a big stinker I just want to park him in front of the tv so I get a break. It’s a vicious cycle.

The other night I was yelling at Jonas for the umpteenth time that day when it came to me that this wasn’t benefitting him or me. I immeadiately called a sitter and left the house, which helped. If I could do that every night for a week I might have my anxiety level down to my usual level of irritation instead of having every nerve in my body completely raw and calling my husband at work begging to have my sins absolved and be removed from this purgatory like thing they call motherhood.

The one thing that has been consistently bringing me some joy is checking out what people googled when they found my site, because it has proved to me that there are people out there having just as bad of a time as I am. To the people who found me by searching for: “child vomits when upset”, “water pouring out of air ducts”, “random bloody noses”, “allergic to lilies”, “transplanting large cactus”, “pregnancy- wet my pants,” “boob popping out of bra,” and “correcting whining in children” I just want to say I sooo totally get you and your frustration. To the five people who have found my site by googling “weird jello” in the past three days, you crack me up. To the person searching for “blowing up toy trains,” “bathroom ANWR”. . .or “I let my teeth go to hell, what do I do now?” (I swear I’m not making these up.) I really can’t help you. Oh and the lady who said she was “dilated to a 4 will I go into labor soon” umm, yes, you will, in fact most people consider a 4 to be labor. Get admitted and demand to have your water broken. And a big fat NO to the person searching to the answer for should I “Boogie Board when pregnant?” Keep ‘em coming, Google.