I need to preface this blog by saying both Andy and I had maybe 3 hours of sleep last night - between finishing the painting of the basement (yeah!) and feeding and playing with sleepless Penelope. And this is not for the light of heart (like Grandma's, I would die!).
I am tired of whining 5 year olds who repeatedly gets beat up by his yournger brother and thus is scared of Owen (I tried to get Holden to throw a toy back at Owen, that Owen had just thrown at H and made him cry, and sweet, sweet Holden just looked at me with these sad eyes that said "I can't do it", he didn't!). I often forget, that we do call Owen "Mad Dog" for a reason.
I am tired of washing sheets almost daily because pull-ups aren't working for both boys! (So I instituted a new rule this morning, that if the pull-up was wet, they had to immediately take it off and throw it away - Owen made it on the side-door steps, buck-naked with pull-up in hand, when I retracted the rule.)
I am tired of hidden, used underwear, and clothes that aren't dirty or weren't even worn being laundered. We are having #2 on the toilet issues with You Know Who which resulted in 4 secret changes yesterday.
I am tired of not being able to make a decision, stick with it, and follow through because I am tired, lazy, crazy, and sleep deprived. (Yes, I am STILL grappling with my pre-school choices, Junior League commitment, PTA!).
I am tired of having no good babysitters!!! We had one yesterday while I went on errands and Andy was painting, and she proceeded to watch the boys jump on their beds. When Andy came up to tell them to stop, while she watched from seated position in the middle of the floor, a few minutes later when he heard the bed-jumping resume, he came up again...unbelievable! I mean they probably wouldn't have listened to her, but distraction, distraction, and discipline...I miss Erica!
I am tired of being tired. Today is the 6th week of Penelope's birth. It's the magic time of day-sleep regulation, smiles, and pure baby joy right?
I am tired of saying "damn" in front and to my kids! As most of you know I certainly inherited the Northern Utah swear genes (from you know who and Grandma E.!) but I haven't really ever said them in front and especially to the kids. Now it's "shut the damn door" and "pick up your damn clothes" and I can't seem to stop! I know this is a clear sign of a total loss of self-control. When I confided this problem to a sweet friend yesterday, she said, "well, I guess you just lose it a little more with each child." At first I was caught off guard, but I think she's right. I really can't believe the boys haven't said it yet...
I am tired of laundry!!! Laundry has never been my strong point or even near it, but since the new babe, a resolve to do laundry daily (FlyLady tactic), and complaint #2 about peed in sheets and useless laundry, it has piled up to in-humane porportions. Granted it is clean, but two huge, overflowing baskets of clean clothes are just sitting in my front room.
I put the cute pictures of my kids (of whom I have the most frustration right now) up there so I can remember to best of times!
That felt good! Today really is a turning point, the carpet is supposedly being installed today, which means the 6 month, self-contracted, basement remodel will be 95% complete and totally usable! I will choose to enjoy our renewed space and not even think about the next projects (maybe I will start showing at Kate's or something so I don't think about it daily!). Oops, no more negativity, my husband is wonderful and handling my breakdown and his three hours of sleep very well. Holden is still crying...because he is a sensitive, sweet, smart, and heavenly little boy. Owen can totally sense my loss of control and has really turned into sweet, obedient Owen in the last hour. And Penelope is so mushy and adorable I want to kiss her little pink face all day and feel her cute chubby Andy cheeks! I am terribly healthy and my needs are met, and thank goodness for sisters that live close that I can go to, let my kids loose, and relax when I need to (I abuse this ability daily with Katie and weekly with further away Megan!).
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As long as you don't do to your kids what I did to our hamster when I totally lost it one of the many times...The little guy (Rolly Polly) was keeping me awake at 2 AM so I snatched him out of his comfy cage and set him
free...outside...in the middle of summer....in Phoenix! gulp
I don't know what happens with #3 - but for some reason the laundry multiplies. And now I am discovering with #4 it is still multiplying and I don't care as much as I used to. My house is such a mess. But - I know that I will get that burst of energy and start stuffing things into their proper places. I love you!
Will be there soon to work, love, support and not judge...I've been there. I love you all.
I love you guys! Really, I felt so much better after venting, even knowing that you would think/know I needed Prozac or some type of sedative. I apologized to all of my boys. And I was even laughing and singing with Owen on the way to school. Oh and I cancelled, very last minute, or dentists appointments!
I am glad you are feeling better and laughing that Trevlyn set the hamster free...I remember doing that when I was little at 4 Rocky Point:) I am crazy, but doing a lot better, but I still totally have moments (like leaving the park today and dropping the s-bomb. Don't tell Ryan)
Ok, you have me convinced. I am stopping at one kid, haha. Love that first picture!
I used to swear around my kids until they got old enough to call me on it. Now I owe them $ each time and I'd go broke so I had to stop. Now I just swear in my head and sometimes it's really bad words but that's okay cuz it's just in my head, right?
oh and I forgot- Get a bedwetting alarm. I got mine off the internet and it cured my 9yr old in like 3 nights. It was awesome. He hasn't peed since! (At least in the bed)
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