Rebekah is driving me crazy. I feel like a prisoner being tortured for information. Or some poor unfortunate pray being pecked to death by a vicious bird. Example:
Bekah: What are we doing tomorrow?
Me (mumbling): I'm not sure...
Bekah: I SAID, WHAT ARE WE DOING TOMORROW?!
Me: I'm not sure...we'll probably just play.
Bekah: NO. I don't want to play.
Me: Ooookay...so what would you like to do tomorrow?
Bekah: Let's go to Albuquerque.
(On the way to Albuquerque the next day...)
Bekah: Who lives that way? (pointing out the window)
Me: Grandma
Bekah: Who lives that way? (She does this with every direction, and then she starts over)
Me: Bekah, You know who lives that way! Stop asking me!
(2 seconds later) Bekah: Mommy, look at what I'm doing!
Me: I can't look because I'm driving and if I look we'll all crash and bonk our heads.
Bekah (unphased by veiled threat of death): NO! I WANT YOU TO LOOK! Lots of whining ensues...(At this point I just turn up the music, sing along, and imagine that I'm a taxi cab driver and I only have to put up with this for a few more exits...)
Bekah continues rambling, getting irritated everytime I don't answer: Mommy, are those cows down there? Are there cows and horses or just cows? Why are they just cows? Look at that airplane! Wow! Where is it landing? I can't see it anymore. Move so I can see it. Mommy can you open my puzzle? Why didn't Jakey get a puzzle? Oh yeah, Jakey did get a puzzle for Christmas. I want to go HOME! Are we still in Albuquerque? Look there's Los Lunas. Oh. Nope, that's not Los Lunas. Mommy I'm tired. Can I just take a little nap? (She starts singing..) Ahh-ee-ah-o-ladeladelade-oooo-AHHHHHH! I'm hungry!
Then we arrived at destination: Target. A happy place. I found a shirt to try on, so a few minutes later we're in the dressing room, cart and all, and whilst I try to try on the shirt, Bekah yells, "Mommy, you're NAKED!" (In my defense, it was just a shirt, come'on, you know that doesn't mean naked!) I whisper to Bekah to be quiet. She replies, "WHY? Why do I have to whisper?" I try to explain that she doesn't really have to whisper, I just don't want her yelling lies over the dressing room stall for all nearby shoppers to hear. We end up singing the ABC's together because that's all I could think of. Hmmm..logical conclusion, don't you think?
Incidentally, this reminds me of a wonderful moment Bekah and I shared in sacrament meeting at church yesterday...It was one of those nice quiet moments right after the men finish passing the water, and I was getting out snacks for my ravenous children. I pulled out raisins for Bekah and she said, in a nice, normal, not in any way quiet voice, "NO. Those will make my POOPS too hard!" Ah, there's nothing like a toddler to refine your sense of humor.
So, the only thing that comforts me is the fact that all of the qualities that drive me crazy in Bekah right now will someday be her biggest strengths...like her talkativeness, her energy and exuberance, and her persistance. Meanwhile, all the good qualities that I might possess will get whittled away, year by year until eventually I'll be the one rambling and she'll be the one spoon feeding me and wondering how in the world she'll put up with me for another day. Grim, I know, but honestly, don't some days just wear on you so much that it's hard to find perspective?
2 comments:
Wow! I think Fae and Bekah would get on famously. Sounds like you handle it better than I..."What does it look like I'm doing?" "If you don't get down from there, you will fall and your head will crack open and your brains will fall out and it will hurt a lot." "Grrrrrrrrrr." Yep. Unfortunately she has started saying the same things back when I ask her a question.
Wow. I felt like I was reading a day of my life with Courtney. Courtney is going through this won't-stop-talking phase and frankly, it is driving both me and Loren nuts. She'll either be talking or singing but never is her mouth closed long enough for me to gather any thoughts together (right now she's singing loudly and asking me questions about the ballons I bought her the other day ago). I'm surprised I can even write so much with her yapping away.
I does get very wearing. We're not allowed to say "shut up" in our family, but there are times when I am pushed to my absolute limits and want to yell, "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! NO! NOT ANOTHER WORD! NO! DON'T EVEN OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" But of course that would only end up with Courtney in hysterics...and I mean drama queen, melodramatic hysterics while she runs into her room all heartbroken that one, I yelled at her, and two, I said "shut up" when that is clearly not allowed. And it's not worth her one hour of loud, screeching cries just for a few moments of yelling out my anger to her. I guess I'll just stick with ignoring her and counting to ten (or taking awfully long bathroom breaks).
Sorry for the novel.
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