Today was just one of them days.. It's only for a couple of hours that the two younger ones get along and then my adorable 2 year old becomes the stereotyped "sour patch kid" she's so sweet and playful and she will dance around and sing all by herself and the next minute she's smacking her brother in the face for no reason or because he just so happens to be playing with something (like he had been all morning) and she screams that blood curdling scream cuz not only did she want it but she took it and bludgeoned him for it. So then I have a 2 year old screaming and running around the house so her brother doesn't take the toy back and I have the 4 year old screaming and chasing his sister cuz he wants his toy back. It's a win lose situation because they keep going at it no matter the outcome, and lord forbid you try and give an alternate activity because it then just turns into a fight, "no you can't do that" or "no that's mine". They hit, I'm always reprimanding my boy and trying to embed it in his head that "you don't hit girls, never ever hit girls" and of course it gets fired back at me that "girls should never ever hit boys" , he isn't so bad with the hitting and like any mom, sometimes I'm just like well after that last smack right to his forehead you kind of deserved the push, but I never say it out loud. I don't remember these issues with my oldest probably because she was the only child for the longest time, so that sibling rivalry never existed except with her cousins but at the end of the play date or family get together it was done and over with and certainly not an all day thing.. I don't spank my kids, sure a little tap on the butt is fine but what does a spanking prove? Time out works but it's not like they sit in time out and then they are forgiven for what they have done, they actually have to tell me the reason why they went into time out and what they can do to prevent the same thing from happening etc, works pretty good for the 4 year old but the 2 year old is still learning. The worst is having to yell all day over and over about the same thing constantly, I've come to the conclusion that it only makes me sound like a batt shit crazy woman who needs Xanax and glass of wine, so instead of yelling I just take things away lately, even have unplugged the television and let them suffer with no Disney channel, NOTHING, and to be quite honest the lovely sound of peace and silence while they play is amazing, no distractions like change the channel to something else or no fighting because one wants to watch Mickey and the other doc mcstuffins. And that's not the end of the craziness that occurs.. Throw in a pre-teen who likes to spend most of her time in her room bumping and thumping her music like she's in a night club and top that off with 2 screaming toddlers, it's a headache just waiting to appear out our nowhere lol!
However, being a stay at home mom just isn't keeping your kids entertained, all that housework becomes a huge stress on your shoulders, laundry, dishes, sweeping, mopping, dusting, vacuuming, spring cleaning, winter prep, shoveling, lawn mowing, etc., etc., etc... It's a never ending list of stuff that keeps piling on your daily to do list, somedays there's more crap then ever to get through, not because it's too hard, but because I chose to put something off so I could spend those extra seconds, minutes, or hours playing with my kids, or learning a new dance move from my pre-teen.. Who in ther right mind wants to "twerk", "drop it like its hot", or "Harlem Shake" at the age of 36 when my "going out to the club" days are so over (which I would really never want them back) and bringing sexy back means being able to actually do a full leg shaving maybe twice a month (lol I'm sure it's more than that), ME, I do, I do!
Which my rambling brings me to this, Friday I was gone for most of the day, Saturday brought lounging around enjoying a few cups of coffee, throwing in a load of laundry, sweeping, mopping, vacuuming, I mean a clean house but back load on laundry, and then we decided to have the oldest watch the youngest and we go out to dinner, something we hardly ever do, we came home watched movies and then bed. Sunday same kind of morning, lunch with a family member and then we took a drive to another family members house we haven't seen in a bit and spent hours there visiting.. So today I've been running aroungpd like a chicken with its head cut off to play catch up, add in my chaos of fighting children it makes for a long day, super long day.. In which then the man decides that he's going to go have a few beers with a friend, in which I don't mind, but on days like today I could use a 5 (friggin) minute break and as much as I want to bitch and moan about it I don't cuz there will be a day when my loving man had to be here all alone with these children (it's happened many times) and they drive him insane and for the first hour, maybe more, after I get home all he does is whine, whine, whine!! I take it all in and I calmly say to him something sarcastic and deep down I'm laughing hysterically because he got a minute taste of what I go through, what I hear, see, smell, etc., and it just so happens that he can't handle it like I can....
As much as there are those days where I want to run and hide and lock myself in a closet, I wouldn't change a single thing my kids have done during said day, whether good or bad or how much hair I've pulled out or how many grays may be there at the end of the day, because at the end of the day when I'm tucking them into bed and hear "mommy, I love you" it just erases away all those frustrations from throughout the day and melts my heart :)
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