And the Mighty shall fall...
Remember how I was able to laugh off the craziness of the other day? I was all, oh yeah, it is crazy here, people screaming all the time, but it's cool. I can handle it.
Yeah.
Not handling it so well today. Sitting at the table with them as they are doing their school and they won't stop fooling around. They won't stop chattering about video games. The little kids are climbing on the big kids or running around and screaming, or fighting with each other. Zed can't sleep because every time he starts to drift off, someone bops him or screams or jumps on my shoulders from the back of the couch like a cat. It is a zoo. And apparently the animals are in charge for the day.
After repeating my firm reminders to smarten up, sit up, stop fooling, screaming and fighting hundreds of times, I started to lose it. SHUT UP! was heard from my mouth. STOP IT NOW!! at top volume. IF YOU DO THAT ONE MORE TIME... IF YOU DON'T STOP...
Yep, some stellar parenting happening over at casa de Mighty. If you are my neighbour and you are reading this, I apologize for the lack of volume control today. Apparently, today I suck at this. This whole parenting thing. Or at least the parenting on too little sleep, day in and day out thing. I just made Girly cry because she is kicking my hands off the computer and I told her to stop or to go and get in her bed. nice. (She really does need a nap, Daddy doesn't get home from work until 8:30 or later and they have been waiting up for him the last few nights.)
So today I get an F. sigh... But I will end it with hugs and apologies and maybe some nice hot chocolate as we go through our advent study and Bible reading. Maybe we can salvage something.
And tomorrow? Well tomorrow is a clean slate, yet to be written. Thank you, God.
Yeah.
Not handling it so well today. Sitting at the table with them as they are doing their school and they won't stop fooling around. They won't stop chattering about video games. The little kids are climbing on the big kids or running around and screaming, or fighting with each other. Zed can't sleep because every time he starts to drift off, someone bops him or screams or jumps on my shoulders from the back of the couch like a cat. It is a zoo. And apparently the animals are in charge for the day.
After repeating my firm reminders to smarten up, sit up, stop fooling, screaming and fighting hundreds of times, I started to lose it. SHUT UP! was heard from my mouth. STOP IT NOW!! at top volume. IF YOU DO THAT ONE MORE TIME... IF YOU DON'T STOP...
Yep, some stellar parenting happening over at casa de Mighty. If you are my neighbour and you are reading this, I apologize for the lack of volume control today. Apparently, today I suck at this. This whole parenting thing. Or at least the parenting on too little sleep, day in and day out thing. I just made Girly cry because she is kicking my hands off the computer and I told her to stop or to go and get in her bed. nice. (She really does need a nap, Daddy doesn't get home from work until 8:30 or later and they have been waiting up for him the last few nights.)
So today I get an F. sigh... But I will end it with hugs and apologies and maybe some nice hot chocolate as we go through our advent study and Bible reading. Maybe we can salvage something.
And tomorrow? Well tomorrow is a clean slate, yet to be written. Thank you, God.
And tomorrow? Well tomorrow is a clean slate, yet to be written. Thank you, God. HUGS TO YOU!!!
ReplyDeleteDeep breath out.....and sigh. Nodding my head yes, yes, yes.
Minute by minute, hour by hour, and day by day.....that is what I keep telling myself over and over. I hope to get to one of those "day by days" soon. :)
Oh BTDT. More often than I'd care to admit...
ReplyDeleteHugs. We all lose it now and then. The goal is to keep it on the less than instead of more than...
Ah... yes. Thank goodness for those moments when we realize we can all start over and try again.
ReplyDeleteMay tomorrow be a little less zoo-like. :)
It is blessing that we always have tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteI am still amazed at all you do and still remain somewhat sane.
Yep, thank God that every day we start anew.
ReplyDeleteSorry today was crazy for you, but all of those straight A's you have far overshadow that F.
The best thing about bad days is that they end and we get to start over tomorrow with a clean slate - thank God for that for sure!! I'm sorry you had such a bad day - I know the feeling!! Take care and I hope tomorrow is a whole lot better for you. Kellan
ReplyDeleteMama. Christmas is coming. Christmas is coming. This is completely normal. It's okay. It really is okay. This is normal.
ReplyDeleteThe idea of "Tomorrow" is oftentimes how I get myself through "Today". Seriously! Hope your tomorrow is a good one!
ReplyDeleteYou do NOT get an F! We all have those days, and I tell myself that they're important too...to teach my kids that an argument is not the end of the world, that you can be angry with someone and still love them (and that THEY can be angry with someone and still love them) and that these moments will help them deal with other, even crazier, people when they're grown up and out in the wider world.
ReplyDeleteIt's tomorrow now, and I hope it's a good one. Hugs!
Aw sweetie. Big hugs to you!
ReplyDeleteYou expect so much of yourself. It only makes me love you more that you are so very real.
I'm impressed that you haven't given up on schooling entirely like I pretty much have right now.
I think you're doing great!
Love you
ps: check my blog. I finished my calendar and posted it there. I LOVE it! Thanks so much for getting me to use that Heritage Maker stuff...so very cool!
ReplyDeleteHere's me: hoping tomorrow is better!
ReplyDeletea little saying that pops into my head during those moments:
ReplyDeleteit is better to have my hands full than empty.
...and sometimes I have to repeat it...again, and again...until I myself has regained composure!
Ugh- I totally understand. Why are some days so much easier to handle than others.
ReplyDeleteSounds like you are under duress and a bit of yelling is totally permissible under duress!
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