you see its not always easy to do the calm, gentle, kind mummy thing day in and day out. Some days I lose it. Today was a someday. Tomorrow I might find it!
Sometimes I ponder what life will be like when they are OLDER, can read their own books, play without screaming and fighting and squealing and being mean, do the washing for me and are ALL out of nappies (5yrs, 5months STRAIGHT - thank you very much!!), do their jobs QUICKLY without being told LOTS n LOTS, & all sorts of other delusions of what life will be like when I have OLDER children and what they will be like.
Tempting, very tempting to wish away a day like today...
When the tension builds up and the tears are about to spill and you set yourself up for a quick lie down and a cry. Stopping first near the toddlers room to double check that he'll survive mummy's quiet outburst is of course the time that you discover he's taken his nappy off and he had done number two's. A quick "shall I just ignore that and deal with it later" thought crosses your mind, those tears are dangerously close to the edge and you just know without a doubt that if you don't clean that toddler and mess up that your not going to want to come out of your room for at least a week or two. Just sayin'
So you pull out the stinky toddler, begin to run the bath when he begins to cry and cry and cry. He doesn't want the bath, doesn't want to get cleaned up, I don't want to smell him, I don't want to clean him, I don't want to clean his mess.
By this stage the 5yo has demanded attention, the 3yo suddenly needs supervision and mummy's opportunity for some quiet has been a 'thing of the past'.
Later on you might happen to let the 3yo have a gerkin out of the container to which she begins to help herself and spills the sticky juice stuff on the kitchen floor. The disgusting-needed-mopping-two-months-ago floor now sticks to your grotty shoes every step that you take reminding me of my job-un-done. I'm little impressed.
They fight, and play fight, and fight some more, their ears are broken, time out mat getting worn out, kitchen floor still squelching and squeaking and I am emotionally-exhausted...
The Princess hurts herself and I find myself suffering from sympathy fatigue - toughen up princess. Oh dear there is blood :(
I think I did over 10 loads of washing today. Most of it got hung out but then I found myself thinking 'no where can I find more washing?' as if that was not enough :S
I think *they* might be right - my kids are full on, except the baby she's just perfect, they are always perfect at this age... And if they are right I am ***crazy*** for wanting more... and more... and more...
5 Things I am Thankful for:
1. A normal kind of crazy
2. Bed time - as in theirs AND mine
3. Escaping to the backyard to hang the washing up in semi-quiet
4. Motivation that got so much washing done on-a-day-like-today
5. These 4 crazy nutty kids that I love and adore so much
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