I am giving a disclaimer for this post….if diapers and such
freak you out you should probably stop now.
Most days with my kiddos are completely fine, but every now
and then we have a day like we did yesterday.
I can laugh about them after the fact, but in the moment I think what
did I get myself into. I’ll give you a brief
description of the kids…
Mr. W is almost 3! And as stubborn as can be. He talks up a storm and gives great kisses.
Mr. H is almost 6 and one of the most loving people I ever
met. He’s a lady’s man and can make your
heart melt.
Ms. P is 8 ½ and in second grade. She can be sweet as the dickens and so
incredibly helpful or she can be your worst nightmare.
Just like everyone else they have their bad
days/moments. Usually I can roll with
the punches, but yesterday was a lot to handle.
I get there and the boys are out back, but Mr. H comes in
the house. I ask where Mr. W is and Mr.
H said he was outside pooping. (Yes in
the yard!) We thought he was
joking. I saw Mr. W so I asked what he
was doing and if he was pooping and of course he said no. Then Ms. P is complaining about being
starving!!! (she ALWAYS says she is
starving). We got in a disagreement as
to what is ok for a snack. Meanwhile,
Mr. W comes up and stinks!!!!! So I look in the back of his one hour old swim
trunks and sure enough we’ve got skid marks.
We were off to the bathroom with clean under roos in hand. I got him all
cleaned up and I was off to play with Mr. H.
I was reading him a book about how to be a gentleman, then he puts his
arm around me and said I love you. He somehow started tickling my ear, which
turned into tickle war and Mr. W just had to join in. Well he STILL stunk so I look down and there
are poop smears all over his legs!! Mr. H helped me clean up his little
brother. Ms. P has been yelling how she
is starving and crabby like her mom (but in actuality her dad) because she is
so, so hungry. Thank goodness it’s time to start dinner and we made it through
without a hitch. Little did I know it
was just the calm before the storm. I
had Mr. H trying to take out the trash, but it was just too heavy and the bag
ripped. I asked him to get me a new bag
(to double bag it), but he said he couldn’t because there was nowhere for the
bag to go. Finally Ms. P got me a bag
and I got the trash out. When I lifted it off the ground there was a puddle,
which caused the kids to flip out. I
told Mr. H to get dressed for his tee-ball game while I got the mess cleaned
up. As I am finishing up Ms. P came in
yelling about Mr. H hitting her and her punching him. (Can I tell you how much I can’t stand
tattling!!). I sent them both to their rooms. Left Mr. H in charge of dressing himself while
I talked to Ms. P. (I do NOT let Mr. W
in their rooms when they are in trouble, which becomes a meltdown). I talked to the missus and she said she threw
the first punch. I was trying to get to
the bottom of the story when she stopped responding, so I left her to continue
thinking about her actions. She got mad
and bossy, so I told her maybe she should act like an 8 year old (I don’t
always have the best responses, but after the short hour and a half I’d like to
see you do better!) She starts to cry,
so I must be on a roll, two of the three kids crying. I went in to talk to Mr.
H and make sure he was getting dressed.
We had a good chat about not hitting back and how to put on baseball
socks. (not an easy task) Then I was
saved by the mom!!! But only for about
15 minutes. Mrs. B and I had a chat
about the kiddos behavior. Ms. P wanted
to go to the tee-ball game but had more homework. She threw a royal fit about it and how she
was taught to support her brother, but she wasn’t being given the opportunity
to do so. She hates to read and of
course that is what she had left. She
told her mom she’d been working for hours and hours and hours. At the end of their chat she said she was so
mad she could break her tooth. Obviously
that didn’t go too far with mom or me.
So she was sent to her room to clean and read. Mrs. B took Mr. H to the game and left me
with two crying kiddos again! I got Mr.
W on track and we loaded the dishwasher! He was actually a good help and
brightened my day. Ms. P started to get out of her funk and was slightly helpful after she finished her reading and cleaning. Oh and Mr. H's game went great! He hit a homer!!!!
Needless to say I ate cookies there and ice-cream when I got
home. Don’t get me wrong I love those kids, but they can wear me down. Now I can laugh about the day and think man
we survived! I have little hope for my own kids being the slightest bit
civilized, but I want them to enjoy being a kid while they can. But don’t worry they will not be allowed to
poop in the yard…I will draw the line somewhere
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