Just like we do everyday. Not every other day, not once in a blue moon, e v e r y day.
I mean, we're talking most routine thing we do right now. Same bat time, same bat channel people. It normally goes relatively smooth. By relative, I mean, not like I'd PREFER it to go, but still manages to be a decent nap time.
I always lay them all down in their beds, give a consequence if they get up, and I go lay down and hey,
get an hour or so to READ. Shortly after I lay down to read, Punkin's headin' my way to snuggle, for whatever reason she will not sleep in her bed at nap time (please God be a phase).
Today though? My already high-strung wanna beat my head into a brick wall day? Not. A. Chance.
I lay them down, gave the consequence. No sooner than I shut the door are they all throwing some kind of party, as if I don't HEAR them. I get up, follow through with consequence, head back to my room. Punkin' follows.
I'm thinkin' this is all going to settle down now. Punkin's in here she'll cuddle, go to sleep, I can crack open my book... yadda yadda..
NOPE!
Of course not. Why would things go that easy? You'd have thought that at some point today I'd dosed them with a 5 hour energy shot. I was ALMOST tempted to just skip nap time, but by looking/talking to them you KNOW they're tired! They NEED this, or by 5 pm they are going to be the worst kids on the face of the planet.
Do believe me when I say I still love them, but I'm being honest. My kids could seriously drive a nun to drink.
Punkin' screamed for only God knows why, while rolling around on the bed, making sure that I was listening by climbing on my head, and wailing in my ear. EJ kept opening and shutting the bedroom door, climbing up onto his sister's bed, and throwing some kind of concert with his pillows on his bed, singing at the top of his lungs. Miss T's bladder apparently shrunk to the size of a grape RIGHT before bedtime because she was up to use the bathroom every 5 seconds, doing some kind of seizure-esque potty dance, trying to convince me of how bad she needed to go.
It. was. horrible.
Here lately they have been the epitome of disrespectful. It's insane how much I'm having to discipline them, when it's never been like this before. I mean, they are literally doing everything except climbing walls, 360 degree head spins, and projectile vomiting green goop.
Yes, it is that bad.
This is not something I would lie about.
I'm still exhausted, it's 4pm, I started laying them down at TWO. They've FINALLY gone to sleep, and I have to turn around and get them back up in about 30-40 minutes because I need them to sleep tonight.
I get it, Daddy's not here. I understand, this is an adjustment. But right now, I kinda wanna hide underneath a rock. Or change my name. No more screaming "Mommy" no more "I hate you" (oh yeah EJ went there, then called me mean) no more "ONE MORE CHAAAAANCE MOM?!"
I get that parenting isn't a ride in the park, though I wish it were. I get that they will calm down, and normal will happen again. I understand I probably shouldn't lose my cool, I should be calm and talk calm, and BE calm. However let me put you in a room with them for about 5 seconds, and we'll see how calm YOU can be. Betcha if you're calm you're either a smoker with a carton on hand, or a saint. Maybe you've snuck in a couple shots of some type of liquor.
I'm tempted to call that rescue Nanny. Come fix these kids!
Possibly I'm overreacting. We are certainly coming up on "that time" of the month so hormones are all over the place. I'm exhausted, and haven't had any type of "me" time away from them in quite some time. The last time the kids were away from me I was finishing up home renovations, still sleep-deprived and hating life.
If I was still smoking (hooray for quitting) I'd have already downed a pack of them today. Possibly be en route for pack 2. But I'm not. As high-strung as I feel right now, I even tried to convince myself a "smoke" day, but alas, still don't want them.
Sooo, what vice do I have? None.
I need a punching bag. Or something. A nanny and a punching bag. I wonder if I could get both from wal-mart. That'd be something worth the drive.
Of course Miss T just came upstairs. She says she's "slept a little bit" ... *blinks in disbelief* a 12 minute sleep that she woke up on her own out of?
This day can end now. Seriously.
-Me.
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