Chipmunks and Excavators Drive Me Crazy!

Parenting can be rough some days!  This week, Sam had a doctor appointment, so I had to take Ella to school.  Afterward, I had to drop Andrew off at Nana’s house so I could go to work. 

Usually he is all about going to Nana’s.  For whatever reason, he did not want to go.  He was clinging on to Sam when it was time to leave.  Eventually, I had to just scoop him up or Ella was going to be late.

This led to a non-stop meltdown.  He fought to get buckled in his seat.  He was kicking the back of my seat.  He was screaming and crying.

The drive to the school is about 30 minutes, and then we have to wait a few minutes before we can go inside.  I was not in the mood to listen to him scream for that long.

Normally, I can put on the kid music channel on Sirius XM and that works.  He will settle down most of the time.  That morning, however, he didn’t.  Ella suggested playing his two favorite songs. After 10 minutes I was ready to try anything.

The first song is from the most annoying kid host EVER – Blippi.  He has way too much energy and he just gets on my nerves.  Andrew loves his music.  So I searched for The Excavator Song.  God help me…..

While the crying slowed down a little, it didn’t stop.  So Ella suggested another song, Chipmunk At The Gas Pump.  Yeah, you read that right.

The kids have a few sing-along Tonies. (A Tonie box has figures you can buy and set on top of it and it plays songs or stories.) One of them is from the Laurie Berkner Band.  They do a lot of kid songs.  Apparently, the Chipmunk song is on there.  So I had Google find it and I played that next.

So the song is goofy enough, and then you see the video and it takes a whole new turn….

Anyway, the crying stops midway through this one.  When it is over he says he wants the Blippi song again.  When that is over, Ella wants the Chipmunk song again.  And it goes on like this for the remainder of the trip.

After I drop him at Nana’s, I head into work.  Almost four hours later, I am going through patient charts and for no reason at all I start singing, “Jump! Jump! Pump it up!  Chipmunk at the gas pump…”

My coworkers looked at me like I was nuts. Rightfully so.  The next day, I was shaving and that doggone Excavator Song wouldn’t get out of my head….  Urgh!!

Yeah, parenting is rough some days.