This is what I hear all day long. Don’t get me wrong. I love my children. I love the ages that they are and the time I get to spend with them. Some days, however, they are “extra grace required” children. Like today. Every time I leave the room, whether it’s to brush my teeth or grab a new shirt for one of them, I will hear the Ma-aawm call. It is as though they have come with little tracking devices that know when I get more than a few feet away. Cole and Alli have decided to enjoy each others company today by fighting, yelling, sitting on each other, breathing too close to one another, and doing everything they can to tick the other one off. Then they start the whiney tattling that I love so much. Poor little Avery has been exposed to this behavior for a year now and now I think I need to find a conflict resolution class for my one year old. I took her to the doctor the other day and she asked me a list of questions to make sure she was developmentally sound. One question was whether she objected when I take an object from her. I stood there for a minute and responded, “By object do you mean bite, hit, and scream?” Seriously! Most days I am able to blog about all of the wonderful things they are doing and they are wonderful, amazing children, but I also wanted to write about the sheer exhaustion and hair pulling days that come along with raising little people. I want to raise children who become productive, generous, caring, Christian adults. I have made lists and prayed about the qualities and attributes we are trying to foster in our children. And then they spend their days sitting on each other and I throw my hands in the air. I will not give up. I am so disgusted daily by the grown adults I see acting like whiney, spoiled children that facebook alone can motivate me never to give up on raising nice kids. I just wish they really did come with an instruction manual some days. Here is a picture of Alli today after she got her rear end stuck in the musical instrument bucket. Ma-aaawm! All I can say for myself is that I at least can see the humor and snap a picture before pulling her out.
I also wanted to add that the only way I am even able to write any of this is because my wonderful husband came home early and took all three kids to the mall so that I could clean up this disaster area. Here’s a picture of a portion of what our house looks like today.
I think children were the reason that coffee (and margaritas) were invented.
1 comment:
i hear ya, friend. i think you echo every mother's thoughts. ;-) btw, we are using the "magic 1-2-3" at our house today. this morning we had 3 time-outs in a row until sutton would brush her teeth. thanks again for the books.
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