You know what it’s like trying to reason with a 4 year old? Did you ever do that thing where you held your finger in someone’s face and said “I’m not touching you, I’m not touching you, I’m not touching you!” You know exactly what I’m talking about…
Tyler is the king of finding ways to annoy me. The worst part is I know when it’s coming and I get annoyed just knowing that he’s thinking about it. (Deep breath) He’ll make this strange sound with his mouth by hitting the inside of his bottom lip with his tongue over and over again. That’s when I know. It’s fail-safe and fool-proof. I just give him the look. You know the one. The “Don’t even” look. His response? “What?! I haven’t even done anything yet!” YET?! Are you serious?
I’m currently trying to resurrect my inner baby sitter and remind myself not to give him what he wants — a reaction. If you know me, you know I’m not into having kids. It’s not that I judge other people for having them. I guess it’s really more that I just wonder why they would do that to themselves. On top of losing every inch of freedom you ever had, not to mention sleep and sanity, just the sheer annoyances would be enough to drive me crazy. The “I’m not touching you” game is bad enough with a 25-year-old “adult” that, in most cases, I can reason with and convince that the consequences of annoying me are far worse than the mild discomfort he might feel in holding his urge to bug the piss out of me.
All that being said, he’s getting better. I had to wait to write this post before I knew whether or not I was going to tie him up and leave him in the basement for a few days. No torture necessary. He has found his limit with me and I have found the patience way down inside to be patient long enough for him to get his fix.