Sunday I took Lennox to early church by myself. Our church nursery does not open until after an hour of praise & worship. Usually I get there 30 minutes late to minimize the time Lennox is in the sanctuary. Well, Sunday we were in there all of 3 minutes before we headed to the lobby. He immediately demanded, as he does every Sunday, to "bow hard" at the candles burning in the lobby. Of course I wouldn't let him blow them out so he proceeded to throw a fit and yell and hit. Then, he ran up to a nice man who works for the church and wanted the man to hold him/save him from his red faced mama. The man picked him up & Lennox begged him to let him "bow hard." After explaining what he wanted, I said come on Lennox and tried to grab him. He grabbed the nice church man around the neck and refused to let go. Not wanting to make a huge scene, I figured I would let the man hold him for a couple more minutes. After a few minutes of coercing (begging) him to come back to me and getting his hand in my face telling me "MO, MO Mama," I just reached under his arms and tried to take him (because it had been like 5 minutes and clearly this man was not there to hold my kid all day). well, he threw himself back and started kicking wildly. He kicked the man, hit me, screaming the whole time... the man sternly said "oh no son, we don't kick." Ok, I don't blame the guy for telling Lennox that b/c he was getting kicked but something in his tone just brought stinging tears to my eyes. I felt like everyone in the lobby thought I was a horrible, incompetant mother. I just headed for the door, leaving my Bible and everything in the sanctuary. I got right in the car and the tears just started falling. It could have been partly because I was getting head butted in the face... but I think it was the stern church man's tone that did it! That had to be the hormones... right? (or I'm crazy)
Yesterday, I woke up and got myself and Lennox dressed for my 9 am doctor's appt. I loaded the car with the stroller and lots of entertainment (since you never know how long you'll have to wait for an OB). I drove 45 minutes to the doctor's office & proudly signed in 5 minutes early for my 9 am appt. Yep, you guessed it, my appt was at 2:15. Since I was already there and early at that, I thought maybe they could fit me in. Sure... if I would just wait until the doctor arrived at 10, saw a few appointments, then assessed whether she was on schedule, she might be able to fit me in. ??? Clearly this was my mistake but I sure enough cried all the way back to the car. Yes, I think I'm nuts.
2 comments:
Awww Laurin! This is the saddest post ever. I hope today is going better for you. I definitely think it's the hormones. I think you just need a bloody mary... oh wait...
Aw. That made me sad too. It's definitely the hormones. My feelings would have been hurt if some nice church man had chastised my child too. And, that just plain sucks about your appointment!
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