I often say being a mom is wonderful and exasperating. Today was heavy on the exasperation.
This is not a complaint per se. It is just an observation at how on so many levels you can almost lose your mind in less than 24 hours without any real organic mental illness.
Today battle lines were drawn all over the house.
It felt so very ineffective to say the following and not shriek it: "Please don't throw my watch into the tub with your brother.Please put your pajamas on.Put away your mighty beans.Please don't throw your Popsicle stick on the floor."
OH MY GOD THAT IS SO STUPID MOM.
I don't want to.
I don't have to.
I AM NOT GOING TO DO IT... I DON'T CARE. (Imagine a five-year-old saying this with a sarcastic head roll motion.)
For the most part I don't fight back. Although the five-year-old with the sass-cat head roll has pushed me to the brink.Walk a way, I think.
The storm clouds pass and for a minute, in this schizophrenic Sunday night world, everyone plays happily until we have to announce bed time.
I tell them I am going to read my childhood fave, "The Little Brute Family," a story of a family that was fresh and never said please and thank you. The brother and sister pinched and kicked each other until one day when the baby found a wandering, lost good feeling in a daisy field. The family kept the feeling and changed their name to Nice.
It was just the happy and cooperative ending I was longing for.
There is school tomorrow, after all.
No one caught my subliminal hint.
I don't wanna go to bed!
C'mon...It's not 8 O'CLOCK!
There is five more minutes.
I have to go to the bathroom.
I want the light on.
I want some water.
I don't want to sleep by myself.
OH MY GOD MOM, they say.
Oh my God, indeed!
