Questionable Parenting

Not one of my best parenting days today.

I was having a great day.

I had baked another batch of Pioneer Woman cookies
(dang, I think I can now call myself a BAKER! Yee haw!)
was making dinner for the kids
(meat loaf, garlic roasted potatoes, rolls and fruit)
and Rob and I were going out with another couple
to a Cuban restaurant and then to see
Avenue Q
(which was Sooooo. Funny.
Love the Bad Idea Bears!)

So, like I said, things were going swimmingly
and I was totally being the mom I want to be.

So, ever heard that phrase
Pride Goeth Before A Fall?

Yeah, baby, it's all about Karma.

Trey was working on his number journal
for the number eight.
Cute little ditty they learned
Make an S
Close the gate,
Now you've made the number 8!

He starts out making his S's backwards.

"No, sweetie, here let mommy show you."

I am using my loving, patient, teacher-mommy voice.

He mildly resists but lets me demonstrate.

Then he proceeds to make a bunch of crappy,
half-assed 8s because what he really wants is to go play
Gamecube in the basement.

We erase. We re-do. I encourage.
He whines, he cries. He is being a pill.

I try to take deep breaths
and help him.
For God's sake, child, this is a five minute task!
Quit being so stubborn and you will be done!

But no. He pushes harder, deliberately
refusing to look or listen
because he just doesn't. Want. to. Do. This.

And I get really mad.

And the next thing I know,
I grab his little head
and I noogied the crap out of it.

Yes, I noogied my five year old son
over the number 8.

Pretty darn hard, too.

Not proud tonight, of myself.
Not at all.