I Have No Idea What I'm Doing!!!

Is there something wrong with me? Why doesn't being a mother come naturally to me? Why do I sometimes look at Zander and still wonder if its true that I could really be his mother?

No, I'm not glorifying motherhood in this post. I am ready to pull my ever increasing gray hair out of my head!!!

My son will not listen. In fact he does the opposite of what I say now....just to make me mad. So, I've started telling him the opposite of what I want him to do...

We'll have to see how long this little game lasts....

I walked into the kitchen the other day because I thought I heard running water and this is what I found:

He didn't even have the courtesy to look guilty and get down right away.....

He felt the need to explain to me that he needed water....

for his cup.....

Like it was the most important thing in the world that he have water.....

I've been off work this week and so far....I've had to shampoo the living room floor twice!!!

Do you want to know why?

Are you sure.....because part of it is gross.....

Well, lets just say Zander has taken it upon himself to take his own poopy diapers off without telling me that he has pooped....that was the first time I had to shampoo the carpet.

Then, yesterday morning, as he stood right in front of me....he poured his grape juice out of his sippy cup.....the sippy cup that isn't supposed to leak....but they all do. Stupid sippy cups!!!

Then, to top off the week.....2 nights ago....I had to call Poison Control!!!

Why? Well, because my little angel pushed his highchair up to the counter, much like he did his table before, and climbed up and got into the cabinet and chugged down all of the teething tablets. The Hyland's homeopathic tablets - where you are supposed to give them 2-3. I don't know how many he had.....I've had that bottle for about 6 months. It was a bottle of 125 and there was probably 1/4 bottle left.

So, I spoke to Carl at Poison Control and he told me the worst that would happen is that Zander would start vomiting. So I was supposed to get him to drink something and Carl was going to call back in an hour to check on Zander.

It happened at about 10:30 at night.....well, because Zander has changed his naptime too....so I can't get him to go to bed at a decent time. Carl called back at 11:30....Zander was just about asleep then and had not vomited. He had gotten really hyper for awhile though....but I don't know if that was from the teething tablets or if Z was just slap happy because he was tired but wouldn't go to sleep. Carl finally told me that Zander would have had to eat hundreds of bottles in order for it to cause any real harm -DUDE, why did you not tell me that when I called!!!!!

This isn't even the first time I had to call Poison Control. When Zander was 6 months old he found an ant bait I had hidden like a year earlier to keep away from the pets....but HE found it and chewed on it!!! Luckily because it was old and had the "safe" kind of ant killer in it....they told me then that he would have had to eat warehouses full of it to hurt him. I can see that now - as it didn't kill the ants either!!!

So, basically, I just feel like a really bad mother.