The little boy had a meltdown last night.
I didn’t plan our afternoon very well and we all paid for it.
I scheduled our contractor to come over around 4:00 to finish up the baseboards in the boy’s bathroom.
I knew he would probably call and say he was running late. I was right.
Even when he told me he would get here at 5:00, I knew it might not be until 6:00 that the doorbell rang.
That’s just how home repairs go. Everything takes longer than you think and if you’re the last stop of the day, you’re at the mercy of the delays in the job before you.
I get it, but none of it means anything to the little boy. He just wanted to take his bath at the same time he always takes his bath.
But he couldn’t, because I wouldn’t let him go upstairs with the nails and broken boards and the man in there doing work.
I couldn’t let my kid strip to his birthday suit and take a steamy shower in the room where this guy was cutting and nailing and putting epoxy.
My son’s lips got twisty, his eyes filled with tears, and he started to knock things over. First the little trampoline, then a foot locker in the front room.
Upstairs, the contractor was sweating away and probably hearing all of it, including my own deteriorating demeanor.
The whole situation kind of sucked.
Husband finally managed to get the boy interested in the bathtub in our room, but it was dusty and had to be cleaned because we never use it.
Once husband had wiped the whole thing out and filled it with clean soapy water, the little boy stepped in.
But he never sat down. He had bubbles and water up to his knees, but the tears kept coming and he just didn’t enjoy the experience.
After a couple of minutes, he stepped back out and just stood there. He was still very upset.
It was around 8:00 p.m. when our contractor finally left. I walked him outside and apologized for what he witnessed as he worked. He was gracious about it and even apologized right back for coming so late.
Back in the house, the little boy was finally settled into his evening computer time. He was mostly over the disappointment of the bath issue, but his mood was volatile until time for bed.
I was already at the end of my emotional rope. Today, I feel kind of numb from it all. I went for a walk to clear my head this morning, but I really just muddied it further.
There is too much to do, no one to help me, and I am tired.
The boy’s upsets take everything out of me and leave me defeated sometimes, especially when there is anything else dragging me down.
My lovely Pasadena weekend seems like such a distant memory.