I have been counting to myself a lot today. My patience is worn so thin.

Kids have been sick since Saturday. Today they seem to be coming out of it, but have entered this stage of grumpiness that is unparalleled.

Olivia wanted hot chocolate this morning. She let me know by yelling in her whiniest voice "I want hot chocolate" and then she expects me to make it. Does anyone else have trouble doing things when their kids "ask" like this. I told her she had to ask nicely. So she added a please. So I get up and make some hot chocolate. Bring it to her, and she cries like I gave her mud to drink. What's wrong with it? "IT'S NOT HOT ENOUGH!!!" Times like this is where I breathe and count to keep from strangling her. It makes my blood boil. You are 2. You don't order me around!!

And then my sweet Abigail is just miserable. She cried and screamed and cried and whined and screamed. And then something must have happened because of all of a sudden she started to sound like a monkey in the zoo. Like some kind of howler monkey. This nonstop screeching noise in a pitch I have never heard a human reach. Again... breathe... count...breathe. Eventually we found her pacifier and put her in her crib and she fell asleep.

It's only 8:30 AM and I'm ready for bedtime.

1 comment:

michele said...

I'm sorry Laur but I couldn't help but laugh when I read this. It brings back vivd memories of a little girl I knew who would not only scream at the top of her lungs but she would throw herself on the floor and kick and kick and kick and then when she was done doing that for her grand finale she would hold her breath for as long as she could which in turn I thought I would have a heart attack. But all in all she grew up to be the best mom and daughter in the world. You're a great mom Laur and I know days like these seem never ending but believe me time goes by quicker and quicker which you don't really relize until you get older. I love you see you soon.