I've had a busy day... NO Wait!... I've had a busy 5yrs or 6yrs or rather life time...
I've had a stressful day... or... a usual day... or a good day with bad bits... or a good day with 2-3 of my children and not such a good day with 1-2... or is it more that my marriage relationship isn't sitting in the right place... or that I want... no need more from it... In the end... I've had a day...?
{Photo taken 26th march 2010 Amalia age 2yrs, 3mths}
A day where natural learning took place in the back yard, and formal disobedience took place in the lounge room.
Whilst the chickens got fresh water and food, the worksheets got shredded into confetti.
Whilst I did run around the back yard rounding up chickens like a farm dog, they did end up escaping - and that was without the children's help. I think it was the cat... but really? That thing is too retarded to think up such a cunning and devious plan. Surely he is getting his own back? Yeah... He's laughing at me while he licks his grotty paws.
But seriously 6 easy-peasy worksheets for a 5 year old is not too much to ask. Not too much to ask when he can get them done in under 10 minutes with a good attitude and the incentive of playing outside or eating chocolate cake or making and eating playdough... I mean playing with playdough. But that all comes down to obedience and attitude. A bad attitude will make things so that you don't have the ability to achieve something but a positive attitude will make it so you can do anything. The kid plays... alot... is it that much to ask for a piece of obedience, and a positive attitude?
The tummy starts grumbling do your work I'm hungry and the task gets done quicksmart... albeit help from a THREE year old to do half of it. Gosh!
I'll make you pay kid!! Tomorrow.. I'll make you pay!!
With the prospect of getting new baby pets... and shopping with one of my favourite sister-in-law's (should I start calling her my sister-in-love?, I do love her like a friend, glad to have her as family, I'm not pretending, not being legalistic, not trying to 'look good' by saying it. *sigh* I'll ask her...) I pull the children out of their PJs (& yes it was around 3pm), swap one spew smothered shirt with a clean-for-a-minute shirt, and pile the kids in the car.
I get some lawn mowing clippings for the chooks and head off to a DON'T TOUCH shop. Gees the kid is fast to get out of my reach when they touch... Why do they have to touch the clean shiny 'is-there-really-glass-there?-it-looks-too-clean' type windows (or mirrors) with their dirty grubby hands and press their snot covered faces up against it. *sigh* Maybe I should pack a rag and a bottle of spray and wipe where ever I go?!
Trying to have fun here kids!
Is it necessary to fight over sitting your scrawny butt on a tiny chair? Can you not just share? Gosh you usually do... Not impressed.
But really, when we are looking at things at the shop do you really have to climb out of the trolley? & no you can not push a double trolley into anything and anyone cos your too short to see where you are going, and yes I do panic to watch a fast moving trolley heading towards an unsuspecting stranger. Is it part of the trying-to-piss-mum-off-trick when your throwing your shoes out of the trolley, or throwing your siblings shoes out of the trolley, or just wont sit IN the trolley? Do you really need to change seats between the three of you more then 4 times? & no I don't want to cuddle you, carry you, or hold you while I am trying to discreetly feed my baby in the sling, while pushing you around and looking at clothes for your Aunty...
Trying to have fun here kids!
Grabbing a couple of things at woolies shouldn't be so hard. No I'm not buying you chips or tiny bottles of milk, I will buy myself chocolate cos believe it or not I think I'm deserving of such luxuries on a day like today. And No I won't share it with you. In fact if you steal it I will send you to bed without dinner. Ha! So if it shouldn't be so hard why is it today of all day's you choose to be so loud, so annoying, so fighting-like and whingy?
I know you know the difference between right and wrong.
On finally getting home my annoyance levels are high, Fight me? I'll send you to bed. End of story. And if you fight that? I'll shut the door! Ha! Scream behind the door... I'm not listening. And you'll be seperated in different rooms. Which you are, but your still not going to sleep. Your tired kids! ALL OF YOU! GO TO SLEEP! Stop playing. I can hear you.
You know what I want? What I feel I need? Just 10 MINUTES!! ALL TO MYSELF!! So I can calm down, come back and fight with guts, stand my ground with patience, with gentleness, with kindness and with love. Until then kids.. It's cranky mumma. I'm not happy!
But you pushed me too far tonight, With Papa gone, Me on my own, your in bed with the door shut, in seperate rooms. Your quiet now, I've had my 10minutes, I feel better already, two asleep, two to go.
Maybe tomorrow, together, we will all have a better day... & I hope so cos we got dancing.. & your so funny when you dance. All 3 of you!
Hopefully I won't have to chase chickens around our back yard, and hopefully we won't have bad attitudes, and hopefully I wont have to re-photocopy your school work cos you turned it into confetti. Hopefully you'll wake up happier, or happy, and ready for a fun day of schooling. Gosh we didn't even get to do baking today and we were going to bake a cake.
I can hear one out of bed.. I think he's eating my chocolate... He took the lot! How daring. *sigh*
Now I'm all alone I don't know what to do... Is this what it feels like for SAHMs when their last kid goes to school? Do they manage all their jobs on time before hubby returns from work? Is this what it will be like for me one day? I hope not... All I want is just 10 minutes...
5 Things I am Thankful for:
1. Tomorrow, a new day!
2. Baked Beans & Spagetti
3. Bed time for KIDS
4. Bed time for ME
5. 10 MINUTES!!
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I've had a stressful day... or... a usual day... or a good day with bad bits... or a good day with 2-3 of my children and not such a good day with 1-2... or is it more that my marriage relationship isn't sitting in the right place... or that I want... no need more from it... In the end... I've had a day...?
A day where natural learning took place in the back yard, and formal disobedience took place in the lounge room.
Whilst the chickens got fresh water and food, the worksheets got shredded into confetti.
Whilst I did run around the back yard rounding up chickens like a farm dog, they did end up escaping - and that was without the children's help. I think it was the cat... but really? That thing is too retarded to think up such a cunning and devious plan. Surely he is getting his own back? Yeah... He's laughing at me while he licks his grotty paws.
But seriously 6 easy-peasy worksheets for a 5 year old is not too much to ask. Not too much to ask when he can get them done in under 10 minutes with a good attitude and the incentive of playing outside or eating chocolate cake or making and eating playdough... I mean playing with playdough. But that all comes down to obedience and attitude. A bad attitude will make things so that you don't have the ability to achieve something but a positive attitude will make it so you can do anything. The kid plays... alot... is it that much to ask for a piece of obedience, and a positive attitude?
The tummy starts grumbling do your work I'm hungry and the task gets done quicksmart... albeit help from a THREE year old to do half of it. Gosh!
I'll make you pay kid!! Tomorrow.. I'll make you pay!!
With the prospect of getting new baby pets... and shopping with one of my favourite sister-in-law's (should I start calling her my sister-in-love?, I do love her like a friend, glad to have her as family, I'm not pretending, not being legalistic, not trying to 'look good' by saying it. *sigh* I'll ask her...) I pull the children out of their PJs (& yes it was around 3pm), swap one spew smothered shirt with a clean-for-a-minute shirt, and pile the kids in the car.
I get some lawn mowing clippings for the chooks and head off to a DON'T TOUCH shop. Gees the kid is fast to get out of my reach when they touch... Why do they have to touch the clean shiny 'is-there-really-glass-there?-it-looks-too-clean' type windows (or mirrors) with their dirty grubby hands and press their snot covered faces up against it. *sigh* Maybe I should pack a rag and a bottle of spray and wipe where ever I go?!
Trying to have fun here kids!
Is it necessary to fight over sitting your scrawny butt on a tiny chair? Can you not just share? Gosh you usually do... Not impressed.
But really, when we are looking at things at the shop do you really have to climb out of the trolley? & no you can not push a double trolley into anything and anyone cos your too short to see where you are going, and yes I do panic to watch a fast moving trolley heading towards an unsuspecting stranger. Is it part of the trying-to-piss-mum-off-trick when your throwing your shoes out of the trolley, or throwing your siblings shoes out of the trolley, or just wont sit IN the trolley? Do you really need to change seats between the three of you more then 4 times? & no I don't want to cuddle you, carry you, or hold you while I am trying to discreetly feed my baby in the sling, while pushing you around and looking at clothes for your Aunty...
Trying to have fun here kids!
Grabbing a couple of things at woolies shouldn't be so hard. No I'm not buying you chips or tiny bottles of milk, I will buy myself chocolate cos believe it or not I think I'm deserving of such luxuries on a day like today. And No I won't share it with you. In fact if you steal it I will send you to bed without dinner. Ha! So if it shouldn't be so hard why is it today of all day's you choose to be so loud, so annoying, so fighting-like and whingy?
I know you know the difference between right and wrong.
On finally getting home my annoyance levels are high, Fight me? I'll send you to bed. End of story. And if you fight that? I'll shut the door! Ha! Scream behind the door... I'm not listening. And you'll be seperated in different rooms. Which you are, but your still not going to sleep. Your tired kids! ALL OF YOU! GO TO SLEEP! Stop playing. I can hear you.
You know what I want? What I feel I need? Just 10 MINUTES!! ALL TO MYSELF!! So I can calm down, come back and fight with guts, stand my ground with patience, with gentleness, with kindness and with love. Until then kids.. It's cranky mumma. I'm not happy!
But you pushed me too far tonight, With Papa gone, Me on my own, your in bed with the door shut, in seperate rooms. Your quiet now, I've had my 10minutes, I feel better already, two asleep, two to go.
Maybe tomorrow, together, we will all have a better day... & I hope so cos we got dancing.. & your so funny when you dance. All 3 of you!
Hopefully I won't have to chase chickens around our back yard, and hopefully we won't have bad attitudes, and hopefully I wont have to re-photocopy your school work cos you turned it into confetti. Hopefully you'll wake up happier, or happy, and ready for a fun day of schooling. Gosh we didn't even get to do baking today and we were going to bake a cake.
I can hear one out of bed.. I think he's eating my chocolate... He took the lot! How daring. *sigh*
Now I'm all alone I don't know what to do... Is this what it feels like for SAHMs when their last kid goes to school? Do they manage all their jobs on time before hubby returns from work? Is this what it will be like for me one day? I hope not... All I want is just 10 minutes...
5 Things I am Thankful for:
1. Tomorrow, a new day!
2. Baked Beans & Spagetti
3. Bed time for KIDS
4. Bed time for ME
5. 10 MINUTES!!
