"Play! Isn't that what your people do for Christ's sake?"
Comment made after asked for the 10th time to supply sippy cups of apple juice and television shows for son and daughter. It's only been a month and a half of working outside the home for 3 days a week and I already forgot how hard it is to be home every day with your children. I miss them terribly and feel like opportunities to mold and bond pass me by every day I'm at work. And yet....when I'm home I find that a toddler and a preschooler are an annoying combination. The toddler walks around crying. All day. Crying. I'm ready to give her some of my Wellbutrin! It's that pre-speaking phase when she can't articulate what she wants. And yet she is very adamant that she gets EXACTLY what she wants and how she wants it. Son alternates between bringing daughter pacifiers and tripping her when my back is turned.
Oh my God stop. Just stop. You don't need every single toy you own on the floor. Take one, play and the put it back. Is that really that difficult to master?Me talking to a 4 year old. Clearly I've been hitting the Nyquil too long if I think this conversation will end any other way then me giving him a sippy cup and a show to make up for being a mean mama. Usually I'm on my knees, at eye level, calmly explaining my rules or position to the kids. I'm pretty good at it. But every so often I feel the need to growl just to prove that I still can. It's tiring walking around with bluebirds on your damn shoulders all the time.
Stop. Stop. Stop. Please stop asking me questions. Really. Please. Stop talking for like 5 minutes. I beg for 5 minutes of no talking. Ok?Off to get the cup and show again.