One Hell of a Morning

I sit here. Mascara running down my face, my nose all stuffed up, and the sound of my 2 1/2 year old bawling in the background. Sometimes my husband wonders why I'm so stressed out all the time but I can easily tell you it's because my mornings have been, for the most part, ending up like this.

My 2 1/2 year old is being just that...the terrible twos have not only kicked in but it looks like they're here for a lenghty visit. While I can handle most of the small emotional ourbursts that don't make much sense to me I have trouble with outright defiance and being late for work. Right now we're at 15 minutes late and counting.

This morning I wake Nathan up and start to get him dressed. We talk about all the fun things we're going to do today, all the fun we had yesterday, and then something in him clicks. I WILL NOT GET DRESSED he screams and throws his clothes to the other side of the room. I've been here before. I'm at this point most mornings but for some reason this morning was more...I dunno...out of frickin' control. I tried to lay in bed with him for a while. He told me he didn't feel good. His teeth were hurting him. So, I get out the Tylenol and give him some medication. However, tooth aches are not supposed to be enough to keep him home (right?) so I try once again to get his shirt on.

It was a huge fight and just before restraining him and doing some UFC moves I get it on. However, we've spent the last 20 minutes fighting. Him trying to take it off and me trying to keep it on him. I WILL NOT GET DRESSED! NO SHIRT, NO PANTS, NO NO NO NO.

Seriously?

Knowing I'm about to be late for work I call my boss and tell him the story.

"I know this is a little weird but my kid won't put his clothes on and I can't leave until he does."

He laughed. He has a few kids of his own and tells me to come in when I can. God, I'm so thankful for my job.

However, I have interviews to do today and goodness knows what else is on my plate. I can't leave the house until my child decides it's time? This is rediculous. However, aside from those UFC moves I have no idea how I'm going to con him out of the house. He loves trains so I've tired the "We might see a choo choo!" tatic...no luck. I've used the "But you had so much fun at Daycare yesterday!" no luck. I could throw him in the car half dressed but it's a cool 15 degrees outside. Not going to work.

I'm not sure what will happen. He's done crying for now (I've relaxed a bit too) but I'm sure we'll play it all over just to get his pants on and those are a lot easier to take off.