This isn’t exactly the kind of post that I had in mind today. I had planned on a wonderful little post sharing photos of our mini family vacation this past weekend. But how can I even possibly attempt a light hearted post when at this very moment….
I hate my children
There I said it. Gasp if you want but truth be told sometimes they can be real little shits. While I hit my head on the table I wonder where on earth did I go wrong. The kind of day where if I had booze I’d be breaking it out. If I had chocolate, I'd be stuffing my face.
Do you ever feel like putting your head down and crying at the dinner table just because your 4 year old son, who used to eat everything in sight, comes up and frowns over the rice and declares “awwww, you know I only like couscous”?
I tell you I pressed my fingers to my eyes and wiped away tears as I tried to cheerfully serve up their supper. Normally I can take their criticism after all it’s not really personal but this has been going on all week if not longer. He doesn’t like this, She doesn’t like that. I’m not an unreasonable mom. I don’t pander to their picky palates but I do try to cook generally what we all like and what they in the past have had no problems eating. They ARE NOT ALLOWED to change the game plan at this stage. I completely changed how we all ate potatoes and served up mashed for the past three years because E would only eat them mashed. That was okay with me. I liked mash and so does everybody else so how fair is it that she suddenly declares she hates mashed potatoes or any other kind except for French Fries. WTH?
Of course it’s not just about the food, it’s the constant bickering, pushing, shoving and annoying one another that also gets on one’s nerves. I try to ignore it as much as possible, refusing to referee their disputes. But when they lock the poor kitty in the Barbie suitcase, tow him downstairs and bump around the house with it until my mom radar zones in and they lie to me we’re heading awfully close to a bedtime countdown.
In fact, the stage 3 meltdown that occurred prior to the timeout is a pretty big clue that someone’s a little tired. Followed by a ten minute crying fit when asked to take the suitcase back upstairs and then a hands down dispute as to who gets read to first and suddenly I’ve got two little kids in bed with the lights out at 6:30 p.m. with no books.
My oldest is currently having special time with dad and so I’m on my own as I listen to the 6 year old scream in her bed. So after I check to make sure they are still in bed, I think I’ll be texting hubby to bring home some chocolate.
Then when they are asleep I’ll go back up and check on them and I’ll feel that flood of love for them pour over me again and I will say a little prayer asking for the strength to keep plugging away day by day and to be a better mom.
What about you… do you have those days where you simply can’t stand your kids?