Type A

The more I write in the blog the more I realize that as much as this is about the Mud Puddle it is also about me. In a bigger way than I had planned. It has allowed me to see all of the pieces of me in him, some days it is like looking into a mini mirror and makes me glad to know that we have bonds that run deeper than skin and thicker than blood. We share foibles, fears, and things that make us laugh. Those are the best moments as a Mom for me.

So with that touchy, feely bit out of the way let’s get to the good stuff.

The Mud Puddle, it would appear, is barreling down the road of Anal Retentiveness at top speed. The child is three and a half but is already showing the classic signs of being a control freak.
He has started asking me for our daily itinerary. Now when you are three, a day is the equivalent to a week in adult time (think about it, he has only lived ~1,292 days compared to my ~12,500). So a day to him seems like a lifetime but he has started wishing them away.

The other night I tell him that it is time for bed.
“Then what?”
“We go to school.”
“Then what?”
“We come home.”

He didn’t seem to be satisfied with those answers so I offered up a little more detail: We get up, get dressed, get in the car, go to school, come home, drink juice, eat dinner, watch Simpsons, go to bed.
That seemed to satisfy him. So now every morning before daycare and every evening afterwards I have to provide him with an updated itinerary of our next twelve hours.

Now I am anal, a control freak, holding on a little too tight. I don’t like surprises of any kind and I mentally pick out my clothes for the entire week on Sunday nights.
Yes, I have issues and I am not afraid to admit it. I LIKE being a control freak.

But I would really rather he have a chance to be a little boy before he starts worrying about the daily routine. That is why he has me, to make sure he is where he needs to be when he needs to be there. I am his personal assistant, basically.

But he still insists on being of aware of what is going on, no going with the flow with him.
And if you deviate from the schedule? He will let you know. I had to stop at the grocery store the other night and he informed me that it wasn’t in the plan. He may be worse than ME. Poor Scott.