I could never be a single parent…

September 17, 2005

So, I haven’t had a chance to follow up on my last post to tell you about how the day did not necessarily get better. It got more “interesting.”

I picked Jonas up from school and took him for a haircut. He was good as gold for that. Then we went to the grocery store. He insisted on squeezing himself into one of the “car carts.” They are regular grocery carts that have a little car on the front for kids to ride in. I hate them because they are hard to steer! Things were fine until we got to the ice cream section. He wanted ice creams cones. He really wanted ice cream cones. He wasn’t bratty about it, or anything, just insisted that he had to have them. So I told him that would be dessert after dinner and picked some up. He was a little difficult in line, pushing the cart all over the place while the cashier was having trouble ringing up my stuff. He had to sit in five minutes of time out for that when we got home, which of course he fussed and yelled about. I wish someone would give me a five minute time out some times. I would take a nap.

After time out, I let him take a shower to get all of the loose hair off and play for about 10 minutes. He and I worked on his math homework and then we took a practice spelling test. He missed most of the words, which isn’t good for the night before the test! So he worked on writing the ones he missed three times each while I worked on tacos for dinner.

My mom came over for dinner, but Jason called to say that his pressure washing job was going to take a little longer than planned and that he would be late. We decided to eat without him. Jason hardly ever lets this happen, but in this case he just misjudged the length of a job. So we ate dinner. Jonas, who never spills anything, spilled his kool-aid all over the carpet. I got the spot shot and cleaned it up. Seriously, whoever invented Spot Shot is a genius–it gets out everything! Then after dinner, I got out the ice cream and the cones and the little boy who insisted on having ice cream cones for dessert got upset! He didn’t want ice cream cones. He wanted his in a bowl. Actually, he wanted to know why we didn’t buy the waffle cone bowls instead of the cones. I wanted to know why he didn’t ask for those instead of the cones he asked to get. He said he didn’t know he could get those. Sigh. So I got out three bowls instead. Then he changed his mind. No, not a bowl! A cone! So I got out the cones again and made him an ice cream cone which he immediately dropped on the floor. He got upset and I got the spot shot out again while my mom made him another ice cream cone.

Then while we were eating ice cream, I informed him that next week at school, he’s the star of the week. We have to take pictures of things Jonas likes and they’ll be posted on the star of the week board. I asked (six year-old) Jonas what his favorite game or activity is. He said (I kid you not), “Spin the Bottle.” Well you can imagine that my mom and I were taken completely off guard, and although we probably should not have laughed, we did. Honestly, I have no idea where that came from. Jonas got mad and stormed off to his room (he’s pretty sensitive). I went and gently explained that although I’m sure spin the bottle is a pretty fun game (which I hope goes out of style before he gets to be 12 or 10 or whatever age all that scary stuff starts happening when he gets to be that old), it’s not exactly what Mrs. Tweddell had in mind. I didn’t mention that it would probably also keep him off the invitation list for a lot of birthday parties for years to come if we let that information go public.

So then, it was back to spelling pratice. We practiced and practiced and practiced and there were still four words he could not get: spin, snip, hint, and mints. It was the blended sounds. We worked for about an hour, trying lots of different techniques to no avail, and then I let him play some while Jason came home and ate dinner. Then Jason worked on spelling with him. They worked for about 45 minutes before we finally decided it was too much. Jonas just could not get those words. It was frustrating for everyone. So we read some books and played and then he went to bed. And I did too. And then I sat my husband down and informed him that at no time in the future was he to ever engage in any behavior that may result in me becoming a single parent.

And then, yesterday, Jonas took his spelling test and he got 100%. Jason and I tried not to be completely shocked, but we were. He absolutely could not spell those words when he went to bed that night. But something must have come together in his head while he slept, I guess.