*A Day at The Pier with Baby*
Finally…we took the plunge and went to Pleasure Pier here on Galveston Island. The day had been packed full with early morning shopping at Galveston’s Farmers Market; where I shopped for a client as well as myself. Then we stopped in at Taco Cabana for a bit of brunch. That’s when the bad behavior started with Baby. She suddenly developed a bad attitude…with me! Not Daddy, but only with me.
I’m still not sure what I did or didn’t do to make her feel indifferent towards me. I guess when you’re together every minute of every day, you tend to get on each others’ nerves at times. Being a homeschooling Mom isn’t so easy! It takes a LOT out of this forty-something mom. So…a bit of fun was the solution we figured might cure the problem. It did…for a little bit (not very long…I might add), then it stared again: the whining, pulling away, not being happy over anything at all that we tried.
That’s when we said “Enough is enough!” After 2 hours of sweating in 110 index temperatures and too much struggling with our preschooler, not to mention we were forced to pay $3.50 for a bottled water (there are NO WATER FOUNTAINS at PLEASURE PIER), we headed for the exit. Of course, this didn’t make her any happier, and we heard it all the way to the van. Instead of going home, we decided to head to East Beach and check out the tide pools that seemed to have flooded the beach the night before. I had been wanting to get a special sea life shot to submit to a local mag, and we needed to hear the ocean waves and feel the cool breeze of Mother Ocean. In short– we needed a hug!
So there we were, at the beach. Still, Baby was fussy. I was at my end with her, and Nico was just passing it off as best he could; reading her stories inside the van. Soon after, it seemed we might have some peace and quiet…at last! That was until we decided to head for home. We went around the Seawall until we were well past Pleasure Pier; since she wanted to go back and ride some more. I was barely getting around by then; with my previous injury still not fully healed. My knee was feeling a sharp pain going right through it. I was definitely not up for any more walking!
Riding along in Peniki, the backseat was quiet and the day was much cooler as evening closed in. It seemed all would be better for the rest of the day. Then we stopped off at the store for some last-minute grocery items, and much-needed libations. Lo-and-behold, as soon as Nico got out of the van to go into the store, Baby started screaming to go with him, and he was going to let her too…until he realized he’d need to visit the restroom while inside the store. So…again begins the tantrum.
For what seemed like an eternity, I waited for him to come out to the van while Nixi cried…screamed…kicked me from her seat (I was sitting in the back with her)…told me to go away…said she was leaving to go with Daddy, you name it, she said it. I was about to break; or so I felt, when the tears began streaming down my face. I was completely beat by the day–exhaustion was setting in on so many levels. Still she cried and screamed at me to stop crying. I didn’t want to swat her, because it never seems to help much. So I cried….and cried…and cried some more.
Deciding to call Nico and see what was taking him sooo loooong, he answered to say he was on his way out of the store. Hurraaaay! He could see my state when he got out to the van. He knew I’d reached my limit with the little’n for the day. Reaching over to show his support, he told me to just take some time for myself when we get home and he’d handle Baby. I didn’t argue. In fact, I was too tired to even answer. I felt quite numb by then.
So, we got home…the fits continued, and he took over, for a little while, but not for long. It’s funny how Dads, as great as they are, are not always equipped to patiently handle young attitudes. I was back on the job a very short time later. I finally got her to talk to me, and it seemed she just wanted what she wanted, and that was that. Her wristband from Pleasure Pier had been cut off her wrist…by Daddy, and she was completely heart-broken over it. So…what else is a mom to do? Tape it back together, and pray for peace.
By day’s end, when Baby finally fell asleep after I struggled with her in the shower, I had a sip or two of wine and fell in; glad the day was over and all was quiet…at last! Which just goes to show–Life is fun when it’s fun, but we all gotta pay the piper. My ‘piper’ just happens to be four!
Blessings & .V.. to All