Today was a rough day. You know it’s gonna be bad when you cannot wait until nap time no more than 10 minutes after the first kid wakes up. And, that first kid? He woke up a little after 6AM. And started whining. The ENTIRE morning.
It wasn’t just the whining, Sean couldn’t figure out what he wanted and neither could I. Five minutes into every video he started crying that he wanted something different. He was screaming “Give me my phone!” when I wouldn’t let him play anymore games on my iPhone. He wanted to be held. He wanted to be put down. He wanted stickers. No, he wanted his trains. No, crayons. He was hitting. He was in time out. He was, well, acting like an almost 3 year old.
Meghan was slightly better. Slightly. She refused to let Sean play with her today which didn’t help. And she was pushing the limit all day. What could she get away with? How far before I snap? I’d ask her (tell her) to do something and she would flat out say no. They were both throwing toys everywhere. The place looked like a shit storm rolled through (more than it usually does) and everyone refused to help clean up. I found myself saying things like “Watching TV is a privilege, not a right” and “Actions have consequences.” Um, hello? I was talking to a 5 year old and a 2 year old. I just got wide-eyed stares if they even bothered to acknowledge that I was speaking to them. I’m tired of using the Santa/Christmas gift threat to get anyone to do anything. It’s frustrating. But, I know not everyday is like this.
The good? In between the whines and tantrums Sean always is ready for a cuddle. That helps. And Meghan? No tears so far this week. Hooray for little victories.
Now excuse me while I return to my so-desperately-needed glass of wine.
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