Confessions of a Three-Year-Old

After a long sebatical, Confessions of a Three-Year-Old is back this week. We begin with a bit of my own advice making its way back to me.



Kaydn Rye has a habit of becoming overwhelmed, frustrated and angry when he isn't able to complete a task the way he envisioned or when circumstances just don't go his way. He starts freaking out, stomping around, and then he goes off and hides his face in his blanket.

Who wouldn't want to stomp around and then hide under a blanket?

Well, I have begun to start off each day discussing how we will take a deep breath and talk about how we feel when we begin to feel frustrated or angry. And we include a prayer for patience in our mid-afternoon prayer time before naptime.

He's making some progress, but some days I feel like locking him in his room for the entire afternoon. But of course, his door doesn't lock, so there goes that plan.

Anyway, just the other day hubby and I were in the middle of a shouting match over something, who knows, and Kaydn Rye came up to me, put his hand on my leg and said, "Just take a deep breath mom." Apparently I also need some help in the anger management department.

I think it was probably later on that same evening, about an hour after his bed time, that I heard what sounded like a herd of elephants running around in his room. I went up there to see what in the world was going on and and I walked in to find him on his scooter, in the dark, riding around. I asked him what in the world he was doing riding his scooter around in the dark when he should have had his little butt in bed an hour ago.

He replied with this: "Well mom, I needed you to come up here and bring my blanky upstairs for me."

"So you started riding your scooter around so I would hear you and come upstairs?"

"Yep."

And he was right. As long as I was making the trip upstairs, I had a hair clip in tow, a rogue sock, a few little toy horses I had found downstairs that somehow were left out of the before bed toy pickup and of course, his blanky that I had found on the floor of the sunroom.

So, he accomplished his mission I guess.

Speaking of cleaning up, apparently one of the things Kaydn Rye loves about me most is that I clean. On Friday night I actually stayed home from a few things I was supposed to go to that night just to clean. As you may know, cleaning is one of the things I do best, but March was definitely not one of my cleanest months. With the flu and work and life and Kaydn Rye's birthday party which resulted in flalling children demolishing my home, it was a little hairy around here for awhile. Literally. Like have you ever seen that movie Cloverfield where the military guy tells the kids in the movie that in the military's quest to gun down the evil monster, they are about to declare the Hammer Down protocol on Manhattan, letting the entire area go. Well, that's kind of what happened here. I had completely given up on the bedrooms, the dining room and the upstairs bathroom. So I spent every evening last week cleaning like a banshee until everything was in its usual order.

And on Friday night, just before Kaydn Rye went to bed he said to me, "Thanks for cleaning the bathroom. Very nicely done."



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