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An I WANT Whine Of Her Own

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Written on September 11, 2006 6:52 PM

Today has been a day of seemingly incessant I want whines from Benny. From the moment he blinked open his eyes, it has been relentless. I want to play trains, I want Bob the Builder, I want juice, I want Engine that Could, I want banana, I want my big doggie, I want Illma (dont ask me. I have no idea what that means, either)

I know I should just suck this up. After all, a lifetime of I wants surely awaits me. When Benny no longer wants trains, hell want Harry Potter books read to him on a loop. When HP doesnt do it for him anymore, hell plague me with requests for bikes or skateboards. When puberty hits, hell simply ask for money or, if hes feeling more verbal, perhaps an Ipod.

But, in spite of this inevitability, I think a mama needs an I want whine of her own, now and again.

So, here goes:
I want to leave the playground quietly and serenely, without having to bribe, cajole, threaten, and plead with a three year old,
I want to get riotously drunk and not have to worry about a three year old jumping on my aching head in the morning,
I want to be left in peace when Im in the bathroom without a three year old pounding on the door, opening it with bang, and grabbing the magazine I was happily reading out of my hands,
I want to wear a t-shirt for an entire day without getting any of the following encrusted on it: snot, mud, paint, yogurt, tears, jam, peanut butter.
I want to cook a bagel, spread it with cream cheese or peanut butter, and have a three year old eat the whole thing and not decide, two bites in, he wants cereal instead.
I want to just quickly check my emails without a three year old pulling at my leg asking if he can see the Thomas the Tank Engine website for the millionth time
I want an Im too busy New Yorker to pick up the front of the stroller when Im precariously bumping it down the stairs, complete with a nearly 40lb three year old, to the subway
I want one morning, just one morning, where a three year old does not say I want once

and while Im at it

I want a holiday in Hawaii, a big margarita, a new winter coat (preferably down-filled), a new laptop, and Maggie Gylenhaal to become my new best friend (she seems so cool and I know she lives in my neighborhood.

Okay, Im done. Its out of my system!


Comments
comment by belleepoque on September 11, 2006 7:29 PM:

oh my! i hope you get at least some of those things you want, as you surely deserve them and they are small enough! If nothing else, Maggie G. should totally be your best friend!

Would it help if he said "Please" and winningly fluttered his lashes at you?

comment by jean on September 12, 2006 10:21 AM:

yeah jo

so happy you're writing again!

comment by Knits4Fun on September 14, 2006 9:06 AM:

My son will be three in Nov and you might as well be talking about him too!! I so relate.