9 Reasons Why My Child Cried Today

Awhile back I posted a list of reasons why my child was mad one day.  As it turns out there are many days that my child feels that the world has done him wrong and today was one of those days. As my child gets older and grows more independent he has begun to form his own opinions about things.  And in true toddler fashion, he expressed all of his opinions in tears today. Below are 9 (not 10- because 10 is so predictable) reasons my child cried today.

9 Reasons Why My Child Cried Today:

1. I woke him up this morning.  When I rubbed his back to lovingly wake him up, he opened one eye and growled, “No scratch me.” (And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how our day began.)

2. We drove to daycare in our green car (like we have done for the last 2.5 years) but for some unknown reason, Chase wanted our car to be blue today and he wouldn’t settle for anything less.   

3.  The sun was out this morning.  Chase requested the moon to make an appearance at 7 am and the moon failed him.  (Can you tell my child isn’t an early bird?  He never catches the worm, only bad moods.)

4. I said the word dinner.  (Apparently, even the thought of my cooking sends him into a downward spiral.)

5.  I put his pirate eye patch on the wrong eye (Man, I really need to pull myself together.)

6. We went to the store. 

7.  I mistakenly reached for the grape juice in aisle 3,234 (Well, maybe Walmart doesn’t have that many aisles, but it sure felt like I walked through 3,234 of them tonight.) instead of apple juice.  (Good thing Chase was there to correct me or this could have been a disaster.)

8. We left the store (and got into our disappointingly green car).

9. We didn't purchase Despicable Me 2 minion figurines.  (I pulled one of those, “sure you can have this toy” to keep him entertained in the cart while we shopped and then ditched it at the last second at the register when Chase was engulfed in all of the impulse buys at the checkout aisle.  Unfortunately for me, my child has the memory of an elephant and frantically dug through the grocery bags when we returned searching for his minions.  I’m pretty sure if Chase could have sent me to bed without a bedtime snack, he would have for trying to pull this.)

While rocking before bed, I asked Chase if he had a bad day.  He said that he did indeed, have a bad day (this may have been the only thing we agreed on today). I told him that I hope tomorrow is better and that I love when he is a good boy.  Chase said with a very defeated tone, “Thank you, Mommy.  I was a good boy last weekend,” and laid his head on my shoulder.  After I laid him in his crib, kissed him on the forehead, I headed for the door.  As I closed the door, I heard him say, “I love you Mommy.”  Even after all of the tears of today (his, not mine), I welcome any day that I get with my toddler- the good or the bad.