tantrums

so my son is on a shuttle -- we were in rochester today to see a friend in the hospital -- and as we were getting off, he sees a green froggie keychain hanging from above the door. immediately, he reaches for it, and i say no, and we continue on our way.

clay starts screaming and throws a mini-tantrum. i ignore him and he stops, only to throw another tantrum when i put him in his stroller.

the shuttle driver was super nice and came down and gave clay the frog! i thought it was really sweet of the driver, but at the same time, didn't want to teach clay to throw tantrums to get what he wanted.

but he was thrilled with his new frog toy. so i didn't take it away. then he fell asleep in the car, just before we stopped to eat. nick insisted on stopping at a store anyway, or we could have skipped lunch and gone home.

but since nick had to stop anyway, we stopped and ate. and clay decided to keep climbing out of his chair, grabbing for my glass, and trying to pull his straw out. after thirty minutes of this, i was kinda worn out. and he showed no signs of being tired anymore.

typical.

so then, he finally fell asleep, only to wake up about half an hour later, screaming and ornery because he was wet and tired. it took me ten minutes to calm him down.

needless to say, by the time we got home, i was exhausted. clay on the other hand, was completely rejuvenated from his tiny nap and ready for action again.

now i'm ready to throw a tantrum.

but i had to make supper (after shopping for groceries) and he decided to cry incessantly until i fed him...

but then he threw all his food on the floor and refused to eat it.

then he refused to pick up his toys.

then... he screamed while i tried to brush his teeth.

very candidly, nick commented, "he doesn't seem to like that too well."

right. i think i got that, nick.

finally, we reach bedtime. clay actually goes to bed quite happily, but the bloody cat sneaks in. i chase him around the room like five hundred sixty thousand times, and every time i almost catch him, he escapes and dashes somewhere else. finally, i manage to chase him out the door and trudge exhausted down the stairs.

so its now like ten p.m... and someone is hungry. no... not clay. nick. he wants me to fix him something to eat. because, he reminds me, that's what wives are for.

what do you think i told him?