It was a rough night. It was one of those “I can’t take it anymore” nights. One of those “Jesus, help me” nights. One of those exhausting, emotional, overloading nights. Like I said, it was rough.
The Older Boy has a tendency to obsess over things. He’s always done this. Whether it was an upcoming trip to Grandma’s or a new toy, he can’t focus on anything else if he’s excited about something. It could drive anyone insane. For example, if we’re going bowling on Saturday, and I tell John Edward about it on Thursday, he will ask repeatedly when we’re going. He understands the days of the week, and I can even write it on a calendar as a visual for him, but it won’t matter. “Mom, we go bowling?” will be his mantra until we are in the bowling alley parking lot. It can wear on your patience, trust me. We’ve learned over the years to not tell him if we’re doing something exciting until we are on our way there.
He also does this with new things. The other day, he bought a new Wii game with his own money. Before we even checked out, he was asking, “We go home now? I play ‘da Wii?” We heard this about 15 more times on the way home, which is only about 12 miles from the store.
So, I should have known better when we decided to get a new cat.
Actually, a new kitten.
Actually, 2 new kittens.
I’m an idiot.
Regardless, we now have 2 new family members in feline form. Of course, The Older Boy is obsessed with them. He is constantly wanting to hold them, play with them, follow them, take pictures of them, etc, etc. Those poor cats have no privacy when John Edward’s home. I understand that he’s excited about our new pets. They are super cute. They are hilarious. They are warm and cuddly. I get it.
But he goes too far. They are all he thinks about. It’s unhealthy.
I’m terrified he’ll end up like this: Continue reading