Peaceful Morning, Not-So-Peaceful Evening
Filed Under: My Daughter, My Son, Parenting
Today was my day to sleep in while PHAT Daddy got up with the kids. I had the window open and the fresh smell of the rain, along with the soft plinking sound, made lounging in bed just heavenly.
Around noon, PHAT Daddy took L to the baseball batting cages and I took over with C-duty. I love her to pieces, but she’s a major pain in the ass sometimes. She whines a lot (gets that from her Mom) and is generally a real spitfire. Today she drew on the couch cushion with a crayon. Then she shoved the crayon up her nose. She needs constant supervision unless the TV is on. I sometimes (ok, maybe more often than sometimes) find myself plopping her in front of the TV while I cook, straighten up, read, blog, etc. I’m so not getting that Mommy of the Year award.
When the boys came home, I had a nice spaghetti dinner ready and was looking forward to sitting down with a glass of wine and enjoying my meal. Don’t have any idea where I got that notion. L chattered, in his charming non-stop manner, about his day:
First, I tried the slow pitch and I hit a couple good ones then Daddy was having trouble with the ball hitting his hand and then I tried the 40 mile-per-hour and then the 50 mile-per-hour and you know what Mom? I want to tell you something, you know what? Mom? Hey Mom! So then Nick and Coach wanted to go to Burger King and Daddy got me a Sprite AND a chocolate milk and I ate a whole thing of chicken nuggets and fries and Nick got a Whopper but he only ate half…
And on it went. At the same time, C was throwing food off her high-chair tray and yelling “No!” while pointing at my wine glass and demanding to have some. Did I mention that I gave her a sip of wine last night and she BIT OFF THE EDGE OF THE WINE GLASS? I am so not kidding. My glasses are quite thin and I guess her bite is pretty strong. Luckily, the glass broke in one clean piece and I got it out before she cut herself. As I said, I’m so not getting that Mommy of the Year award.
So there it is. My peaceful dinner. Maybe next time. Or maybe next year. Or next decade.
At least my morning was peaceful.
PHAT = Parenting, Homeschooling And Technology. That about sums up my life at the moment. 
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Jess | Apr 22, 2006 | Reply
Sounds like you’ve got your hands full! Leia sounds a lot like my son. Having him was the best thing I’ve ever done, but it has also been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I think that’s why we never had another child. This one has worn us out! We both love him dearly, but each day has been a challenge as well as a joy. Terrible 2s started at 18 months and lasted until 1st grade, and every once in a while…they come back!!
sandy | Apr 23, 2006 | Reply
Is it wrong to laugh as I read this? I do so only because I find myself thinking “oh yeah, I am so with you on this one!”
I’m here reading of your day as I hide from my children having just lost it already once this morning (it’s not even 9am). My husband is away for three more days and the boy decides to eat yogurt on the couch so he can watch Bob the Builder as I make muffins for us. He gets it all over himself and the couch cushion. I tell him to take the yogurt to the table and he says….”No, I want to eat here.” What?! Ok, so you see. Frazzled, tried mom = meltdown.
Thanks for letting me vent. Didn’t want to take over your blog here, just wanted to comisserate.
Laurel | Apr 23, 2006 | Reply
One thing that might help your life is to gather up all the crayons and keep them on the top of the refrigerator or some such inaccessible place. Then allow the children to use them only at the table or some other designated spot (and let Leia use them only under supervision). After use, they’d have to be returned to their official storage space. This is just a thought, of course — each parent has their own style of doing things. And of course, once Leia gets older and more responsible, you could loosen up again.