I am not happy. I've been crabby for two days straight. Really crabby. My children remind me of fingernails scratching a chalkboard. It's not pleasant. For you worried women--No, I do not feel like hurting my children, I just want them to stop talking, whining, and for Pete's sake, STOP SCREAMING!! I understand that the 3rd trimester brings back mood swings from hormone changes but seriously? This is out of control.
I have been trying to get some work done this morning with Ruben by my side. Typically on a work day I make them breakfast and put on a movie for them. This typically works great and I can peacefully accomplish an hours worth of work. Today, not so much. Ruben crawls into a high chair and watches Dinosaurs as I work. This is going well. Evann wants to paint her room. Not now dear, I am still working. "OK, mom. I'll just take this paintbrush to my room and wait for you." Ok fine. I'll be a few more minutes. "Well, I will just open the paint can for you and wait for you." (Now, I know I hammered the lid down awfully tight and that she will not be able to open it but gosh dang it, I said NO.) This carries on with some homework that needs to be finished--I need a few minutes Evann. "Ok, well, I'll just start here and do this..." NO EVANN. WAIT UNTIL I AM DONE!
Then there is Isaac on the computer. A horrible computer that always freezes and this is not something the kids understand so they all end up opening 10 windows trying to get the program to come on and then wonder why it's taking so long. "Mom, can you come here for a minute?" Oh seriously, kill me now. My one hour of work has turned into 1 1/2 hours due to the interruptions. Awesome.
So as I sit here with Ruben at my side he is given a drink. He takes a drink then pours out the drink onto the high chair and splashes around for a few moments. I think, that's nice, as I watch annoyed. This is not getting any better. I return to my work since the damage is done and I really have to get payroll processed. I can't deal with it right now because I will emotionally discipline him rather than with love and logic and by that I mean the words not the true Love & Logic program. But I find myself watching him, irritated and curious why a child would think that was a good idea. He crawls out of the high chair and I think, great, track the sweet juice all over the house. This thought doesn't make me get up to clean him, no, I am busy. I have things to do. I watch him get a towel out of the drawer and return to his mess that he diligently and perfectly cleans up. Wow. That's nice. I didn't say anything to him. That was really nice. It brightened my dark and gloomy day to heavily overcasted with a chance of sun by noon. ...
I have been trying to get some work done this morning with Ruben by my side. Typically on a work day I make them breakfast and put on a movie for them. This typically works great and I can peacefully accomplish an hours worth of work. Today, not so much. Ruben crawls into a high chair and watches Dinosaurs as I work. This is going well. Evann wants to paint her room. Not now dear, I am still working. "OK, mom. I'll just take this paintbrush to my room and wait for you." Ok fine. I'll be a few more minutes. "Well, I will just open the paint can for you and wait for you." (Now, I know I hammered the lid down awfully tight and that she will not be able to open it but gosh dang it, I said NO.) This carries on with some homework that needs to be finished--I need a few minutes Evann. "Ok, well, I'll just start here and do this..." NO EVANN. WAIT UNTIL I AM DONE!
Then there is Isaac on the computer. A horrible computer that always freezes and this is not something the kids understand so they all end up opening 10 windows trying to get the program to come on and then wonder why it's taking so long. "Mom, can you come here for a minute?" Oh seriously, kill me now. My one hour of work has turned into 1 1/2 hours due to the interruptions. Awesome.
So as I sit here with Ruben at my side he is given a drink. He takes a drink then pours out the drink onto the high chair and splashes around for a few moments. I think, that's nice, as I watch annoyed. This is not getting any better. I return to my work since the damage is done and I really have to get payroll processed. I can't deal with it right now because I will emotionally discipline him rather than with love and logic and by that I mean the words not the true Love & Logic program. But I find myself watching him, irritated and curious why a child would think that was a good idea. He crawls out of the high chair and I think, great, track the sweet juice all over the house. This thought doesn't make me get up to clean him, no, I am busy. I have things to do. I watch him get a towel out of the drawer and return to his mess that he diligently and perfectly cleans up. Wow. That's nice. I didn't say anything to him. That was really nice. It brightened my dark and gloomy day to heavily overcasted with a chance of sun by noon. ...
