OMG, this CHILD!!

[MsKandice01]

I'm at home today with my son because his daycare provider had to leave town suddenly because of a death in the family. Well, somehow he's lost his Gravedigger monster truck and I swear, according to him, the world has come to an end. I've gone through this apartment about 10 times and I can't find his truck but he's insisting I look more. For the last hour, I've been hearing, "Pleeeease Mommy, pleeease, you gotta find it Mommy! Pleeeeease...I need my Gravedigger! You gotta help me find it, Mommy!! Pleeeease!!!!" I'm about ready to jump outta my skin. The only reason why he's left me alone now is because I gave him free reign of the oatmeal raisin cookies. Bad, I know, but it's the only respite from the whining that I've had all morning.

Just the last hour has completely removed my work-outside-the-home mom guilt for the last year.

[ScreamingMeemie]

1. Yes, but he has the sweetest little giggle. I'll never forget that.

If it's a Gravedigger matchbox truck, I've been through that with it being missing. My son accused me of being the worst mommy in the world for not ditching the entire day to look for it once. You should have no guilt at all. Balancing both work and raising a child is a job that not a lot can be successful at. You rock. :yourock:

[Shine]

2. I've so been there.

:hug: hang in there, gf. It'll get better. The good thing at this age is that they can be distracted by things like oatmeal raisin cookies. :D

[Bunny]

3. Oh, I remember those days well!

Each of my daughters had that one thing They. Could. Not. Live. With. Out. Period.

The older girl had a stuffed lamb, and the younger one had a soft fuzzy baby blanket. Each of those items went missing at least once, and I do believe the world did end (temporarily at least). There were tense moments till the items were found again!

Good luck!

[JackBeck]

4. You know what I've found works best?

Lock him in a cage with no food or water and place him in the darkest corner of the basement. Then, open an expensive bottle of red wine and take a nice, long, bubble bath. If you don't like wine, martinis are an excellent substitute.

Works every time.

[KitchenWitch]

5. I have been there with my daughter

At her school they have a "treasure box" that they get to periodically go to to get cheapy toys from. She brought home a magnifying glass once, that almost immediately, upon entering the house, got lost. She was just insane with grief over the silly thing. We never did find it, and I cannot even remember what I did to get her distracted from it.

:hug:

[InternalDialogue]

6. Well, lesson learned, then.

You must acquire a pantry of replacement toys, preferably five or six of each, to draw on when one goes missing.

[MsKandice01]

7. Well he's got easily 30 monster trucks...

And one other Gravedigger but he broke the wheels off of that one a few weeks ago. He seems to be fine now though...he's jumping on his trampoline (the safe kind with the handles) and singing songs that he's presumably making up off the top of his head. All's well for the moment. :)

[InternalDialogue]

8. Making up songs!

I just had this discussion yesterday with a friend whose granddaughter (about 10 months old) is in the random dancing stage as she tests her legs. We both thought that might be the definition of bliss -- to sing or dance with no shame or self-awareness. Oh, why do we grow out of that?

:hi:

[Beer Snob-50]

9. My now 17 year old son

had a blanket that he couldn't live without. He left it at the babysitters one afternoon and it was discovered about bedtime. someone had to go the half hour both ways to pick it up.

[LibertyLover]

10. My daughter has 3 stuffed manatees and 2 stuffed platypuses

that she cannot sleep without. They are not supposed to leave her bedroom, but at least once a week Mr. Manatee, Mommy Manatee, Baby Manatee, Mommy "flatpuss" or Baby flatpuss makes it downstairs to have a meet and greet social with some of her other toys. This is not discovered until bedtime, when she does the headcount. Then her little bottom lip begins to tremble and fat, crystalline tears well out of her eyes and down her face. "Mama, pleeesssee! I need my . It's my favorite." So husband looks around, finds said toy and tosses up the stairs to me. I triumphantly carry it into her bedroom and tuck it under the covers. And I am rewarded by a hug and a watery "I love you mama.". Followed almost immediately by "Mama, I need a tissue."

[MsKandice01]

11. LOL...adorable!!

She has great taste too...I love Manatees! :) I love the reaction I get when I find something he's been looking for. I'm usually rewarded with, "You FOUND it, Mommy! Good job!"