I hate it when I lose it!
OK, today is the big Madonna Portrait Day – see previous post. I had everything timed beautifully and Abraham went down for his nap on schedule at 9:00am precisely. My mother called as I was headed for the shower. Knowing I was well ahead of schedule, I decided to clear the breakfast dishes as I casually chatted with her. Then, from the bowels of the house (namely my bedroom) I heard the death defying screams. Apparently, as I learned later, Jacob came into the room and had to audacity to turn the volume up on the TV show Arabella was watching – this prompted her 3 year old mind to melt down and turn the holy box off. Of course, her action was met with a bit of resistence from her 7 year old brother and the fighting and screaming commenced.
I ran like the wind down the hall toward the action with coffee in one hand, spilling it as I went, and telephone in the other (because apparently I felt it would have been more rude to excuse myself quickly from the conversation than to yell like a banshee into my mother’s unsuspecting ears). The biggest problem with this argument between siblings was the fact that Abraham’s room sits just across the non-soundproof hallway and as I passed his door, I heard the dreaded crying of a baby suddenly awakened from slumber, 17 minutes into a nap.
That’s when I lost it. I’m not proud about it. And I do know that screaming at your children, especially for something as relatively minor as interrupting naptime is pointless and only leads to more strife – I really do know that. After my tirade, I spent the next 5 minutes calming down, then 15 minutes apologizing to Jake and Bella, then the next hour trying to get Abe back down – unsuccessfully, I might add.
I finally had to jump into the shower and get ready since, as mentioned before, I was also to be in front of the camera. I showered to the background noise of a tired, crying baby and thought about how red & puffy his eyes were getting. Never mind the fact that I shed a tear or 2 from frustration, then remorse. At some point during this getting ready process, my sweet babysitter arrived and I scurried to get myself and Abraham in the car.
The good news. Abe took a 20 minute power nap in the car and performed like a professional at the Studio. Most of the pics include me holding his hands, however, because if I let them go, they immediately migrated to his eyes or teething mouth. I really want the end result of this pricey excursion to be good, but more than anything I’m just relieved it is over!
And overall, I’m glad I did it – they really are only babies once and I know far too well how quickly they grow. I cherish every snuggle captured on film.