Going bald

I think I might be going bald. I would say I was going grey but since I was born with strands of grey hair that doesn't bother me. However, I do think I'm going bald because I'm quickly beginning to pull all my hair out.

Being the mother of a toddler is without a doubt exhausting. I spend more time trying to keep my son out of trouble then I do playing with him I think. He is everywhere and touching everything right now. Power outlets, surge protectors, the computer tower, the satellite box, the book shelf, every tiny piece of anything that isn't suppose to be on the floor, my shoes, my husband's boots, any unstable piece of furniture he can find, any anything else that you could think of that could hurt, maim, or kill Angel will find and/or do. He is your every day average toddler exploring the world around him and testing the limits his Mommy has set for him. I spend more time in my day saying "no, sir," "don't touch that," "come back here," I said no," "that's not safe," "that's dangerous," and my personal favorite "Angel Joaquin!" then any other phrase in a whole week.

If I walk into the laundry room he crawls in right behind me and goes for whatever he isn't suppose to have. If I go to the bathroom there he is playing with the scale. Into the bedroom and he goes right for my husband's PT shoes that are covered in mud. No matter where I go or what I do my little boy is on my heels and determined to wreck havoc right behind me.

In fact, it has taken me well over and hour to right this blog so far because I have had to save his life so many times. :-) Normally, I would have waited to write this but that was the experiment I was going for.

Laundry, sweeping, vacuuming, mopping, dusting, cleaning of any kind has to be done while he sleeps or else he tries to "help" me. Picking up toys, well he watches me pick them all up then goes and pulls them all back out. If I leave the baby gate down to the kitchen he crawls in and decides to play with Lieu's water bowl, my poor dog.

The best part of all those is the tantrum that comes when I do stop him/save him. Big sad crocodile tears and the loudest crying imaginable. I can tell him no in the sweetest voice ever but because he has begun to learn what he isn't suppose to do it's like I've screamed at him at the top of my lungs. It's really funny because ten seconds later he will laugh at me.

I'm exhausted and stressed out and going bald because I'm pulling all my hair out! It sounds horrible, doesn't it? Being a mom is without a doubt the hardest job I have ever had (including working for Lowe's). Being a mom though is the most amazing thing I have ever had the privilege of doing. I wouldn't trade a single moment of it. Angel is my miracle and though he drives me to my breaking point at times he is the reason I smile every day, the reason I laugh and sing silly songs and tickle till we cry. He makes me happy and grateful. I wouldn't trade my worst moment with him for my best moment before him.

So I'm going bald. They make wigs for women with that problem. Maybe I'll go blonde!