OH LORD...THE MOODS ARE SWINGING. I do not know what suddenly swayed my mood, but watch out world. Emily did not want juice and about had a heart attack because there was juice in her cup. I calmed her down and explained to her that she just needed to ask for water. I went and washed out the cup, filled it with water and brought it to the PRINCESS!!! Was this good enough? What a silly question. Of course not!!! In her two year old mind....it is the same cup so it must still have juice. I tried to explain until she threw her cup. BIG MISTAKE SWEETHEART!!!! Emily then got a spanking and sent to her room.
Then, (oh yes there is more) Steven was playing with about a 100 little plastic balls. That was fine until I said please do not throw them over the baby gate into the kitchen. Within seconds, Steven began throwing the balls into the kitchen. Do the WANT to die? So, I spanked Steven's butt and put him in the corner. Is that all you ask? Of course not. There is still one more child who wants to suck what little bit of sanity I have left out of my haggared and withered soul. Ethan begins climbing on the dining room chairs. I keep getting him down. Finally, out of pure exhaustion I give up and let him climb on the chairs. (I know, I know, very bad parenting.) Ethan then knocks the chair over , while he is on it and manages to fall right on the cross bar of the chair legs. GREAT!!!! I am telling you, they are trying to kill me very slowly. The fact that they have given me ,lord knows how many, gray hairs (and not just on my head) just doesn't seem to satisfy these spawns of satan. As you see, today was not one of those sweet, sappy, I love and adore my children days. This was one of those, they better thank their lucky stars Daddy will be home soon and mommy gets to do her bi-monthly grocery shopping tonight. Oh GOD, I am refering to myself in the third person. Calgon take me away.
Then, (oh yes there is more) Steven was playing with about a 100 little plastic balls. That was fine until I said please do not throw them over the baby gate into the kitchen. Within seconds, Steven began throwing the balls into the kitchen. Do the WANT to die? So, I spanked Steven's butt and put him in the corner. Is that all you ask? Of course not. There is still one more child who wants to suck what little bit of sanity I have left out of my haggared and withered soul. Ethan begins climbing on the dining room chairs. I keep getting him down. Finally, out of pure exhaustion I give up and let him climb on the chairs. (I know, I know, very bad parenting.) Ethan then knocks the chair over , while he is on it and manages to fall right on the cross bar of the chair legs. GREAT!!!! I am telling you, they are trying to kill me very slowly. The fact that they have given me ,lord knows how many, gray hairs (and not just on my head) just doesn't seem to satisfy these spawns of satan. As you see, today was not one of those sweet, sappy, I love and adore my children days. This was one of those, they better thank their lucky stars Daddy will be home soon and mommy gets to do her bi-monthly grocery shopping tonight. Oh GOD, I am refering to myself in the third person. Calgon take me away.
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