When I was 12 years old, one of my first official babysitting jobs was for a two-year-old boy who lived around the corner (don’t worry, his parents lived there too — this is not the setup for a wacky new ABC Family sitcom about a precocious toddler striking out on his own in the big city [patent pending, do not steal my idea]). His name was Daniel and I was beside myself with excitement at the prospect of being in sole charge of this adorable little critter for two entire hours (plus: ten bucks!).
The big day arrived and I set out for my neighbor’s house with a spring in my step. I had babysat my little sisters a million times and had ample experience playing with my myriad cousins — I had full confidence in my abilities and anticipated an easy afternoon.
Two hours later, I walked home and dramatically declared to my mother: “that kid is INSANE! What is WRONG with him?!”
In the span of under two hours, I’d endured three screaming fits, broke a nail during a diaper change gone awry (that demented toddler very nearly kamikaze’d right off the damn changing table!), and was whacked in the head by a surprisingly weighty toy truck (who the hell gives a baby a metal toy?!). I was stressed, frazzled, and sincerely concerned. I honestly thought that this child was mentally disturbed. Normal children don’t behave that way…do they?!
17 years later, I have my answer: yes, they most certainly do.
I am now the proud mother of a Certified Insane Child. He’s only 14 months old, but Bubba has already crossed the line from sweet, passive baby to strong-willed, occasionally insane toddler. In the last week alone, the following injustices have sent him collapsing theatrically onto the floor in a fit of anger and/or sadness:
- He could see the box of Cheerios but Mean Mama wouldn’t give him any (he already had a plateful of delicious spaghetti right in front of him; I assure you he was not starving)
- Mean Dada was playing his guitar and wouldn’t let Bubba yank on the strings
- Mean Mama had her phone out for some exciting Words With Friends action and would not allow Bubba to take over control of said phone
- Bearski was outside the crib, lying dejected on the floor (because Bubba threw him out!), and Bubba could not retrieve him
He also regularly tries to fling himself from the changing table, and yes, I’ve had multiple toys thrown at me (in Bubba’s defense, they are always thrown as part of normal happy playtime activities; I’m still convinced that Daniel kid was out to harm me).
But other than all that, Bubba is a delightful child — I swear! He’s happy and fun and loving…sometimes changing your clothes is just too much to bear and you have to run out of the room and hide in a tent, right guys?
Send help.