Whenever there is that 'sweet jesus, not again' moment in my life, it is usually accompanied by the sound of a crash/bang, followed by either cries or joyous laughter. And I always cringe. Over the past two years, Mace has broken 4 windows, a couch, two beds, an armoir, a table, 2 screen doors, fence railing, a tricycle and a chiminea. This does NOT include the countless toys, baskets and buckets (that the toys are supposed to go in).
He likes to jump on things. A lot. Which is how he broke most of the listed above items. The windows he busted out with a hobby horse, one time he through a large metal firetruck at one. I just caught him jumping on my very old, sun damaged wicker patio set (which is in my livingroom because I refuse to buy NEW furniture to replace the stuff he broke). He was jumping from one chair to the fragile table, inches away from a floor to ceiling window.
I know he needs more attention- but I just can't give him the amount that he wants. When would I knit? or Sew? Or bathe or pee? When would I clean the house? In the 1 1/2 hours he sleeps during the day? After 10pm when he goes to bed? I am counting down the days til this kid can go to preschool and maybe a tumbling class, baseball, soccer... anything.
On an up note, I spent yesterday upscycling mens t-shirts . Good times.
I'm going to go make sure my boy isn't breaking anything.