I'm convinced Noah knows something is up. He must know his cushy life at home all day with mommy is coming to an end. There is no other explanation for the angry, destructive little being that has taken up residence. He wakes up in a foul mood, hell-bent on making our formerly jovial mornings into a battle of wills. He demands a banana upon arriving in the kitchen and then throws it on the floor while screaming at me for a waffle (that he will not eat). He screams when I attempt to put on his tennis shoes (BUNCHY MOMMY! BUNCHY SOCKS!) and when I straighten his (non)bunchy socks and attempt the shoes again, he screams that he wants his sandals. But then the sandals appear, the socks are removed, and he refuses to put them on (BUNCHY MOMMY! BUNCHY SOCKS! Dude. THERE ARE NO SOCKS IN THIS EQUATION.). Sigh.
I took him to the bookstore today for story time and to play with the (rumored) train table and upon arrival he proceeded to run at high speed for the magazines and plow into a stack of them. He knocked them over, fell himself, and cried like there was no worse pain in the world. And then, when the promised train table was non-existent (thanks for NOTHING, Skokie BN), he angrily threw himself at a bookshelf and smacked his head on the shelf. Commence more screaming. We high-tailed it out of there and I figured he must be hungry. I handed him his cereal bar and he threw it on the ground. Sigh.
After the book store debacle, I thought we had a few minutes to run into the store to pick up sunscreen for him. At the store, he saw a decorative pillow with an airplane on it and grabbed it. When I explained to him that we were not taking the pillow home and removed it from his vice grip, he tried to throw himself out of the cart and screamed the entire way through the checkout. Sigh.
We went to the library after his nap today. We ran into a neighbor and her son. The boys decided to chase each other and scream at the top of their lungs throughout the entire children's section. My first warning to him was met with a high-pitched scream. Then we got thrown out of the library. Sigh.
When we got home from the library, I asked Noah to help me clean up the toys in the backyard since we're expecting rain. I told him we could play with his dump truck tomorrow. He turned to me, screamed, and threw himself in a pile of mulch. Sigh.
Perhaps it's this cough he can't seem to shake. Maybe it's the two year molars acting up again. Could be that it''s just "toddler behavior". But I think maybe, just maybe, he knows the jig is up come June 7th and he's giving me all he's got until then. In the meantime, I'll just have to keep hugging him a little tighter and daydreaming about my quiet, peaceful cubicle.