Yesterday was one of those days when I seriously contemplated running away, or else firing my kids for good. As I told Martin, I had grounds based on insubordination, adverse productivity (meaning I had to clean up after them over and over) or personality conflict.
I have officially become the "paper towel queen", as Coen dumps any thing in sight- including Mason's milk, his cheerios and milk, and also smears glue stick all over his face and hands, if left alone during the minute I take to run to the bathroom. The other child, (and I won't mention names) has now reverted to peeing his pants at least twice a day. Don't ask me why. I don't know. All I know, is that no amount of begging, bribing, beating or bargaining has worked to make him stop. That is, until now, when I have officially removed TV and computer from his vocabulary, and I'm making him earn them back. I'm now officially questioning whether this Mom thing is something I should really be doing- obviously- the techniques I'm using ARE NOT WORKING. Yesterday, going back to work was sounding REALLY good. Let someone else change the pants, clean up the poop, milk, juice, cheerios and glue stick.
But, I guess in the end, I'll keep them. Those chunky little arms around my neck... well, they do have that certain irresistible, endearing quality. And, today, Mason asked if the teachers at Coen's preschool would be as fun as I am. Well, okay. Score one for Mason.
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