This week Bob has been exhibiting some inappropriate behavior. Ha, that’s my teacher speak, I would use to explain someone else’s child. Let me break it down in plain old mommy terms. He is breaking shit, with purpose, determination, and dare I say, enjoyment. Yes, he breaks it and laughs like hell and runs away. Today I watched him grab a ceramic ghost that I set out for decoration and slam it to the floor, and run with all the ability of an Olympic runner out of the room cackling, and yelling his mantra..”I break it! I make a mess! Leaving me with the aftermath.
I cried, a really ugly cry, and not because this was one of the Halloween decorations that I purchased when my husband and I were first married and didn’t have two nickels to rub together and not because I was angry over him breaking it. It just flat out made me sad. Now my brain is all askew trying to determine the antecedent for this behavior and muster up a remedy for it. If that is even possible, which kind of breaks my heart a little. Because there may be no rhyme or reason to said inappropriate actions.
I have a kick ass vacuum that sucked it all up. I strong husband who put our little mayhem in time out and had him apologize to me. He really did say, I sorry mommy, and wrapped those chunky arms around my neck and made everything, if only for that moment better.
Moral of the story:
The good, the bad, and the ugly are part of my life and without the Trinity of all three you would not be able to appreciate them individually.