Just look at these cute precious faces.
These faces are not capable of causing me a single headache, a single worry. No, of course not....never...because they cause more than just a single one!! Today has been one of those days. A very terrible 3's day. A very preteen drama day. A very boisterous forgetful boy day. Why do I find myself saying things outloud that make no sense?
"No you cannot put that plate of food under your bed covers",
"Would you please stop reading so much and put that book down?!"
"No, you cannot put your hands in that bleach water....or the toilet",
"Yes, you do have to wear shoes to school today".
"You cannot take your DS to the bathroom with you"
"Use soap this time when you take a bath.....and shampoo."
All of these statements were said in one day. One long, excruciating day. I almost made it without having one of those "going for worst mom of the year" moments. But I didn't. I raised my voice. Really raised my voice. Ok....I yelled. My son said he thought he left his dad's ipod in the bathroom at church. He thinks. Not really sure. The ipod his dad just got for Christmas. That he shouldn't of had in his possession to begin with. That wasn't cheap. So I started with that slow questioning voice at first...."What do mean you think you left it in the bathroom? What was it doing in the men's bathroom? Did you wash your hands before touching it again? Aww..geez.....I'm gonna have to disinfect the thing. Did you even pick it up? WHERE....DID.....YOU.....LEAVE.....IT!!" Yep, that's the moment I lost it.
Then I hear him say "Oh, wait, here it is." Like no big deal. I lost it for nothing.
So...this is not yet the moment I got worst mom of the year.....
We get home and we're unloading, but he's not getting off. I look at him and see a sad face. All I say is "Hey bubba, are you getting off?" and the quiet tears began.
If I don't get first place, I'm a good runner up.
I told him I was so sorry for yelling at him. I shouldn't of reacted that way and could he ever forgive me. You ever notice how much better kids are at forgiving than adults are? He nods his head with a happy yes. I hug him and kiss his head.
I carry my sleeping Annaliese to her bed, looking like the angel she is.
I notice that my preteen drama queen had fixed all the small pillows and blankets on her little sisters bed, and put all her toys away. She kisses her dad and I good night.
Looks like my day didn't end with my kids driving me crazy. I think I was crazy to begin with. My little monkeys are what keep me sane.
5 comments:
We all lose it sometime and then really regret it! Thankfully, my little man is quick to forgive too! What a sweet ending tho! Can I link you to my page?
Myrna...did you see the video of "what we moms say in a 24 hours" that I posted on my blog...I find it so funny yet so true. You should check it out :>
Arghh....don't you hate how you feel afterwards?!?!
It makes me sick to my stomach when I have those moments.
Love you!
Three little monkeys jumping on the bed, one fell off and bumped his head. Mama called the doctor and the doctor said....
"NO more monkeys jumping on the bed!" (I had to finish Sharp's comment.) There's a church up here where the Pastor will call people names from the pulpit (names I can't repeat) on national television. He is also known for convincing mommies that their children are possessed. Last night, we didn't need much convincing. I think even the neighbors were thinking about laying hands on sweet Kalea. She was screaming so loud and kicking the wall so hard that even with all of the doors shut, she still gave me a headache. It went on for about an hour before she emerged a sweet hiccupping girl again. It's funny how they can transform from monkeys to sweet children and back again.
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