And They Say Women Are Finicky

 I’m reposting some oldies but goodies since I’m not yet home and don’t have the time to really process everything that happened at the conference.

Enjoy, and if you do, please comment. My heart is to really have this blog be a dialogue, a two-way communication of thoughts and experiences and hopefully make some really good online friends! 

Timmy, my tame six year old nearly threw a fit tonight. Though fits are out of the ordinary from this little guy, when he does throw them it’s a whopper.

This “almost” fit was brought on by the fact that he he’s finicky when it comes to showers and baths. Sometimes he likes them and other times he doesn’t. And since we went to the water park today, he got upset and cried heartfelt tears of how he doesn’t want to go back tomorrow (we have plans to take two friends to the water park) and that he just wanted to stay home with me.

While my mommy heart was gushing with love, my patience was waning. I’d already had it out with the older two because they couldn’t “get along” and both boys lost the privilege of having a sleepover with the two friends we were taking to the water park.

So my husband stepped in and offered to take the little guy to the office with him tomorrow, but Timmy wasn’t going for it. He wanted to stay home with me.

Now I know all of this was coming from being over tired and hubby said he would handle it so I went upstairs to read Little Pilgrims Progress to the older boys. (On a side note, we should have finished that book months ago, but my boys always end up goofing around when we read. I thought homeschool kids always gathered around mom with their eyes wide with expectation as mom read for hours. Yeah, right.)

Anyway, last I left Timmy he was heading for a full blown fit. After three chapters of Little Pilgrim’s Progress (the chapters are only a page or two long) I said good night to the boys and went to find Timmy.

He was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, or so I thought. As I peeked in I heard squeals of laughter and delight…coming from the shower. Timmy opened the curtain and giggled. “Mom, you’ll never believe it. Guess.”

I had no idea what he was talking about but ventured a guess. “Uh, you lost a tooth.” (He hasn’t lost one yet and none were loose.”

“Nope,” More giggles as I watched him dance around in the shower. “I’m going to take a shower everyday.” More giggles.

“No way,” This truly was a miracle.

“I just love the warm water. I’m going to take a shower two times a day. Once in the morning and once at night!”

While I doubt that will ever be the case, I’m just so glad my “angel boy” as we dubbed him as a baby, was back to normal.

I attributed his emotional turn around to the warm shower, but Timmy informed me that he got rid of the grouchies in his sister’s room. Now all I have to do is figure out what happened in there, bottle it up and sell it on eBay. I’m sure I’ll make millions.

BTW, I still don’t know if he’s going to the water park tomorrow, but I’m not going to ask him until morning. I don’t want to mess with a good thing and we know how finicky six year olds can be.