Friday, October 8, 2010

Yup. My son hates me.

Tonight, after being away from 6a until 6:30p, I came home. I was very excited to see Lex. I'd talked about him to my mom all day...all the way to the covered bridge festival and all the way home. Just last night I got a little too cocky and thought, "Maybe he's growing out of this 'I hate mommy' phase". Yeah. He hit me in the arm tonight with a train, while it was in his hand. It left two distinct marks and a cut on my arm. And while I held him (because SITTING in time out was apparently out of the question), he repeated at the top of his lungs over and over, "I want you to get away from me. I want Daddy".

*sigh* I'm pretty sure that hurts as bad as a swift kick the junk for a man.

4 comments:

  1. Ouch. I do not like the "I hate mommy phase." At least you know it goes away eventually! In the meantime, um... drink more?

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  2. Jill, I love the way you think!

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  3. Just came across your blog and it appealed to me since I am also the mother of a male only-child.
    My son is 4 and hates me plenty too. I'm waiting for this phase to pass (because I'm assured it does) but in the meantime feel defeated as all my friends' little sons love them to bits. *sigh*
    We also have plenty of moments of pure and utter joy and love so I'm not worried...expect when I'm over-tired and emotional and just want to help. That is when it's the hardest. -Debbie

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  4. Thanks for popping by, Debbie! Stick around! I can be a little crass and uncouth, but I like to think I'm fun :-D

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