While the boy has left me mentally and emotionally exhausted, the girl has left me physically exhausted. The boys is demanding of attention and the girl is demanding of attention. When they do not receive constant attention they
A. beat the tare out of each other (and believe me, it's a two sided battle... Lyssa can be terribly vicious)
or
B. join forces to reck absolute havoc on everything they see (shredding paper to pieces, throwing every book, emptying all clothes and blankets out of dressers, destroying each others art projects, taring apart couches, futons, couch covers, emptying out DVD cases and scratching cds, destroying folded laundry piles, climbing on tall bookcases, dumping and grinding cereal/crasins into rugs, toilet papering the bathroom, opening doors and escaping to the outside, dumping perfume, taking italian showers with Nicks cologne, emptying out my purse, building tall towers to reach the oreos on top shelf and eating them all, locking me out of the house when I try to get the mail, locking me out of the bathroom, locking me out of bedrooms, attempting to lock me in a bedroom, etc.)
My mother once told me that she never felt like she had any time to herself until her youngest child (at the time... after the 1st three she spread us out a bit) turned 2 years old. As we quickly approach that long awaited birthday for Lyssa, I find myself feeling more trapped and my children more demanding than they were even three months ago.
I woke with so much hope for today, the sun shining and babies sleeping in until almost 8 am! By the time I got out of the shower and got the kids up the sky was dully clouded over, and the vicious little Gremlins appeared. Then Monster Mommy finally snapped and came out of her cave. It was a nasty, painful day for everyone involved. Even at Sam's Club they were going at it...
Is this just a stage? Is it the season change? Or is this just the self diagnosed seasonal affect disorder talking?
Whatever it is, something has to change.
Say it with me. "Tomorrow will be a better day. Tomorrow will be a better day. Tomorrow will be a better day."
12 comments:
Oh Chrissy!!!! Tomorrow WILL be a better day, I'm sure! But until then you have ALL my sympathies...and some empathies too!
Love you!
Tomorrow will be a better day.
I think you need to remove all locks from your doors.
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And send your little ones to be for a week so you can have a break... or... YOU come see me for a week without the little ones so you can have a break. Either way is fine with me!!
Little rats. It's a good thing they are so cute.
Oh, Chrissy!
So true: Tomorrow will be a better day.
It is a good thing those two are so stinking cute! I wish I could say or do something to help...
I've been wanting to call and tell you Cade has mastered taking off his diaper at naptime. I've walked in a few times to wet sheets and a naked boy. At least I know I'm not the only one.
Wow! I had no idea those two could get into such trouble! I hope tomorrow is a better day for you and that this stage will pass quickly...
Aw, it will be better. You are amongst many others who have the same days. Hopefully they just come 1-2 at a time and don't linger too long.
Oh, friend, tomorrow gets better, I promise. Let's go for a walk soon, before the cold really settles in.
I'm coming! I'm coming! (and I can't wait)
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, especialy with so much optimism before me, but, tomorrow may be just as bad as today. In which case, I suggest getting a babysitter and paying them and extra 10 dollars to do a couple loads of laundry. Maybe the day after tomorrow will be better! THis is a phase, at least that is what I tell myself and it seems to appease me for awhile anyway.!! I lost your number, call me and we can go to our rooms, shut the door and pretend like we don't have kids for a few minutes!!!
i think you need new doorknobs that don't lock.
So??? Was it? Was the Tomorrow better?
Well, I hope tomorrow is a better day, but the realist in me cannot promise it will be. However, I do know that one day will be a better day. I can also promise that the seasons will change and your mood will change accordingly. Your kids will probably continue to bring you more joy and pain than you can imagine you could experience throughout the duration of your life. It will surely go in phases, none of us parents will be able to rest until we are dead...then we will start doing a different kind of work and maybe even then we will worry about our earthly posterity...I am going off on a tangent. Children are wonderful and they are wonderfully exhausting and they can bring out the worst as well as the best in us. I love being a momma, but there are days when I consider, even plan leaving it all behind and running away to become an artist in New York or London or.....I know that Aaron is a good parent and that he would be supported by my parents and his parents etc. if I ever really did lose it. I won't abandon them, but these fantacies sometimes keep me sane...I will pray for you. You are not alone. Heavenly Father knows you and knows your burdens. Jesus suffered for these kinds of pains too. Love you.
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