“AHHHHHH…. he kicked me in the head”
“I didn’t mean to”
“Oh please don’t kick me in the head”
“You know you love me…”
“Clancy. just sit down normally”
“That’s my toothpaste”
“He doesn’t share with me, why should I share with him”
“Stop touching my lego”
“It’s not your lego”
“Get out of my room”
“Why can’t I have my own room”
“Stop poking me”
“I’m bored, there is nothing to do around here”
Me: “There is 1.7 million acres it isn’t my fault if you are bored”
“I wish I had a motorbike”
“All my friends have a motorbike, we are the only kids without a motorbike”
Me: “if all of your friends jumped of the Harbour Bridge, would you? ”
Oh dear lord… the fighting is enough to make me want to jump off the Harbour Bridge, I kid you not. The.Constant.Fighting.
Are you hearing me?
Me: “Can you please pick up the DVD cases on the floor?”
Them: “I didn’t leave them there, it was Harry… Harry: I didn’t leave them there it was Clancy”….
Me: “I DON’T BLOODY CARE WHO IT WAS JUST PICK THEM UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” (in a very loud cranky screaming voice… not pretty my friends).
Clancy: “Muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmm Muuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm”, in a whingy whiny voice ALL.THE.TIME… “No one will play with me. Tom’s not my friend, he said he hates me.” “I want to do something” code for: I want to play the Xbox but I am not allowed so I will just say “I want to do something” over and over again for the next 3 days.
Are you hearing me? Is the struggle the same at your house? Does it ever end?
Then I feel guilty for getting so cranky and think: I should be grateful that I have perfectly healthy (possibly not so happy) kids. And I am VERY grateful for my healthy (not so happy) kids… but I suppose they are actually happy kids… and they are just that – kids. All kids fight. But sheesh, it is so hard to remember that when they are in the thick of it, isn’t it??!!!
The guilt… it is constant. I feel guilty ALL THE TIME. Guilty that they don’t have that motorbike, guilty that I am not a happy, fun Mum, guilty that I have the patience of a mosquito, guilty that I get so cranky and totally snap at them. Why so much guilt? Do you feel it too?
Anyway, I wasn’t actually going to do a blog post today… just wasn’t feeling it… but all that fighting was like a slap to the face and I just hat to jot it down. Especially after reading Baby Mac’s blog post from yesterday… it seems the struggle is VERY REAL my friends. We are all in it together.
How are you going? Are you hearing me?
Is the struggle the same at your house?
Do I need 3 bottles of Evening Primrose Oil tablets or just 1 Valium?