It was a day unlike any I have experienced, the kind of day that you hear of and think is being embellished. As the day progressed I found myself understanding all the “need wine” talk I see popping up in my mother/parenting groups, as I was unable to relax, in tears at times, and constantly bracing for whatever was about to happen next.
First thing in the morning, Zachary’s door ripped itself from the wall, and this is no exaggeration. The hinge and screws were still in the door, just not the door frame. As I was unable to close his door, I needed to try to block it. His room isn’t one fit for playing in at the moment – though we did our best to childproof it, there’s nothing we can do about his window that he likes to beat on, or that we keep finding straight pins embedded in the carpet 3 years after moving in here. Add to that the door that was only attached by the bottom hinge and my fear of it falling on him, I moved his inflatable ball pit to create a sort of wall on the inside of his room and an end table to try to block off the door from the hallway. This worked wonderfully before his nap.
He was generally a moody little guy in the morning. Mostly sweet, but whining at the drop of a hat. That’s not abnormal for him, I know hearing “no” is frustrating when climbing something is so enticing! Still, though, what wasn’t normal was hearing this stomach-turning crunch sound and looking over to see him chomping on a pebble, grating it between his teeth. I asked what he had in his mouth and he tried to run, so he ended up upside down on his stomach over the arm of the couch with me holding his head in one hand, fishing for the rock with the other. I won. He was upset, and didn’t understand that OMG YOU CAN’T EAT ROCKS. He’d also been chewing on the connector end of a tv cable that had been pushed down into the floor behind the end table I had moved, so he had paint chips in his mouth and on his face.
Thank goodness for nap time, and that’s not a familiar sentiment for me. By the time it rolled around, he was pretty moody. He had a short, restless nap with his door unable to close, though, even with me trying to be quiet (we have a very small home). He gasped for air and gagged a few times, freaking me out and making me wonder if he swallowed anything and needed to be taken in for medical attention. When he got back up I barricaded his room again, then sat down to feed Bryson… I hadn’t even gotten comfortable yet when CRASH!!! Zachary had gotten past the barricade in those few short moments and managed to knock the door over. What a terrifying moment. What if it had fallen on him? I moved the door into Bryson’s room, since it was no longer attached to the frame in any way, and resolved to let Zachary play in his room while I watched him on his monitor. It’s literally just around the corner anyway.
My mother-in-law came down, thank goodness. It didn’t take long for me to really need her to help me because Zachary had gotten his head stuck under his dresser. I didn’t even think he’d be able to get under there, and there he was with his head stuck. We blocked the door off again with his playpen.
Luckily, after that there was just a few moody spells where he didn’t get to climb something – little things like that. It’s also lucky that Bryson was in a GREAT mood all day, so I had absolutely no issues out of him haha
After the boys were in bed for the night and I could fully relax, I started thinking about the day and realized how amazing it is that my first “Hell Day” didn’t include any bad behavior. Zachy was mad a few times, upset, and his feelings would seem hurt when I told him no to playing in his room… but there was no acting out or boundary pushing. The vast majority of the day was a direct result of the door being messed up, and situations he just didn’t understand. I know I’ll have plenty boundary pushing, tantrumatic, problematic behavior-filled days in the future, but yesterday wasn’t one of them. That’s the bright side.