Today was a difficult day for mothering. A difficult day to look in the mirror and be proud of myself.
One non-existent step forward for Motherhood. One giant leap backward for Christie being a mother.
And guess what else? My kids love, I say, LOVE melting down in public. It’s like their secret handshake “thing”. We get out of the car, we enter whateveryourmama building and they freaking freak out and lose their ever lovin’ minds. Like they’re winking and giving the “now” nod to each other and then screaming and wailing and gnashing of teeth commences. No really. It’s like baby drama for yer mama drama for yer mamas mama. For real.
Also? I cried like three times over the span of twelve hours. And don’t e-mail me and tell me I’m depressed. Freaking newsflash police! Of course I am. I’m pretty much sure that, save like three people on the planet, this phase of having two little ones (or more for some of you out there – bless your saint’s heart) all day, all the time, all day….all the time…it’s allowed. To be a little depressed on certain days ending in “y”. Ok to be like “frig…forget it! this sucks!” Or like talk through your teeth so much you get a bit of a jaw ache, and issue warning after warning to all people under 3 feet until you're a bit hoarse? Just me? Sure.
Oh, and also? I’m pretty sure my kids know exactly how to make me want to pull my hair out one individual strand at a time. They do. They’re geniuses like that. Yes, they truly are. And I’m going bald. Geniuses.
Like pushing each other. Scratching. Biting. Throwing toys, often at each other. Climbing all things dangerous. Stealing remote controls and shoving them out the dog door. Throwing food. Eating dog food. Tormenting the elderly cat. Tipping the water bowls. And essentially running amok until I’m talking through my teeth and issuing final demands and warnings until I’m hoarse.
Another side affect is repeating myself…which I just did. I just repeated myself. I issue warnings until I’m hoarse. Did I already say that?
And before you think I need a firmer hand? Stand aside. This is the House O’ Discipline. Yes, it is. And I am no softy to bad behavior. Valerie, can I get an amen?
I would like to say that I’m not complaining, because they’re great kids and all. But let’s face it? I am complaining. They are great kids. They’re robbing me of my youth and giving me Tourettes, but yes - they’re great. Terrific even. Beautiful. Wonderful.
Part of this Motherhood gig, I think? Is really stressful.
Ok, so where was I…ah yes. Step 1. Place kit on FIRM surface….check…