I should probably start by saying that lately my 6 year old feels like a 16 year old, which has me SUPER worried about the day he actually is 16.
I was talking to my husband the other day on the phone and I said "I love babe SO much", which in my head means "I love him so much, I don't want him to grow up. I want him to stay little and always want to come to me first. I want him to know how much I love him and that I would do anything for him".
That SAME day my husband was looking for the remote that had been missing since the previous day (which BTW will show up at the end of this post). As he was looking behind the couch he said "man, I don't know what this is but It looks like boogers on the wall. It might be from a bug or something because it's a lot and looks really weird". I immediately go over (already furious), look at the wall and say "there is NO way that is from a bug. It had to be Babe!". (because it's where he always sits!) I ask him to come over to look at the wall and he freezes as he glares at me with stare that could kill (if it could, seriously.) We begin this back and forth of me trying to remain calm as I ask if he did it .... no answer, trying to negotiate that I will not get mad if he did it .... no answer, asking if he didn't do it, then who did? .... no answer. I get mad and carry him to his room and tell him he will not come out until he tells me WHY he did it. He then asks "do you know it was me?"... and I ask "was it?!"... no answer!!
I go back to the living room and can NOT get it out of my head that he would do something like that and NOT just say it was him!! So I let 15 minutes pass and head back into his room.
As I lay next to him, face to face, I tell him this " babe, I wish you would tell me if you put boogies on the wall. I will not get mad if it was you but I want you to understand that It is really gross, and so unfair to me and daddy that we have to clean that up (which, btw, daddy cleaned it, not me. Thanks!) that's what tissue is for. Every day I get up and work really hard to pay for this house that we have, and it makes me really sad that you would make it ugly with boogies on the wall"....tears are rolling down my face (yes, tears!)... and still.... no answer.
I leave him and take a shower and when I come out, I hear him crying. So I go in and ask what happened? He said he hurt his back. As I hugged him and asked if he was ok, he said "I think it was me", so I ask "why?" ... he said because my nose is always stuffy and I can't breath".
After that I really stressed the importance of using a tissue (and some other small talk took place) and we headed back into the living room to watch a movie and he said "oh, I think I know where the remote is. Kins put it under my beanbag yesterday".
I go back to the living room and can NOT get it out of my head that he would do something like that and NOT just say it was him!! So I let 15 minutes pass and head back into his room.
As I lay next to him, face to face, I tell him this " babe, I wish you would tell me if you put boogies on the wall. I will not get mad if it was you but I want you to understand that It is really gross, and so unfair to me and daddy that we have to clean that up (which, btw, daddy cleaned it, not me. Thanks!) that's what tissue is for. Every day I get up and work really hard to pay for this house that we have, and it makes me really sad that you would make it ugly with boogies on the wall"....tears are rolling down my face (yes, tears!)... and still.... no answer.
I leave him and take a shower and when I come out, I hear him crying. So I go in and ask what happened? He said he hurt his back. As I hugged him and asked if he was ok, he said "I think it was me", so I ask "why?" ... he said because my nose is always stuffy and I can't breath".
After that I really stressed the importance of using a tissue (and some other small talk took place) and we headed back into the living room to watch a movie and he said "oh, I think I know where the remote is. Kins put it under my beanbag yesterday".
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