Tonight we ventured out for dinner because I over-did it with the days activities and had zero interest in cooking. Mark worked from home today, so it made going out before the kid’s bedtime possible.
Among all the other “craziness” of the day, Thad is starting to transition to one nap a day. I feel really luck he’s lasted 16 months and right now it’s hard to have any sort of schedule so we’re really taking it day-by-day. On today’s menu? One huge 3-hour nap that ended at 1pm. It worked out well because I was able to drag both our butts to the pool so I could squeeze in my fourth (sigh) swim since he was born.
While the pool was great and I got a nice 40-minute swim in, I was unable to get him down for a second short nap. I debated it, but by the time he started melting down it was nearly 5 o’clock and that is waayyyyyy too late for a nap (considering bed time is at 7pm).
What the heck? Kid is on the verge of a meltdown, mom is about ready to pass out (and possibly have her own meltdown if she has to cook again), so why not go out to dinner?!?
How does the saying go? Oh yeah, don’t try this at home.
We went to our favorite Korean place and it’s a perfect kid place. It’s not fancy, it’s loud and the turn-over is pretty quick. The owners are the sweetest and I think we ate there just about every week (or close to it) when I was pregnant with Thad.
It only took about 10 minutes from the time we sat down for Thad to start loosing it. We were paying attention to him, helping him eat, feeding him and talking to him — we were doing everything “good parents” should do.
And then I started over-compensating for his cries and whining. I started paying more attention to him. The more he cried, the more I doted.
And then, and then, I hurried up to finish what I could and asked the Hubs to pass me the kid. Mark obliged and then it went downhill. Fast.
Not even a minute passed and I ended up taking him outside, where suddenly he was fine, happy and the smiley toddler boy he always is.
Then I thought to myself, sh*t. What am I doing?!? He’s training me!!
Once Mark came out (not even 5 minutes later) and we walked to the car, I asked him if he thought I was training Thad to misbehave at the table. I mean, he cried and I responded with more attention, more doting and finally a grand finale of taking him outside.
Good god, what have I done?!?
I mean, we’ve gone though this with the dogs and while I know Thad isn’t a dog, I do know that behaviors can be reinforced.
So basically I still have no idea what I’m doing as a parent and I’m petrified to see if I’ve screwed us for future dinner outings.
But let’s be honest. I don’t ever think I’ll know what I’m doing.