I have absolutely no patience lately. The kids are always in a panic about something, the house is always in need of cleaning, and I am in need of a time machine. Old people are always telling me to enjoy this time, the kids are growing up too fast. Too fast...really? Well not today they arent.
I must sound like a terrible parent. I love my kids more than life itself, but I am tired. It has been 8 years of solid diaper changing, sippy cup washing and chronic whining.
Last week I took Ava to the movies with her girlfriend, and we had the best time. Eight is such a wonderful age, they were so happy to be out together like big girls. They savored each activity, giggling all the way. Who knew that lunch at O'Charleys , a butterfly net from the Dollar Tree, and a 3-D movie could be so fun.
I am certain that toddlers are cute so that we will agree to their terms. My little dude is tearing it up around the house. He is a tornado, and Helena is doing anything and everything to get the attention back she has lost to him. She whines and falls down, loses things and has crazy dietary needs. Whatever it takes to get mommy back on her turf. Iwill give her credit, she is the most persistent human being alive, and one day is destined to be a salesman or a defense attorney. Only time will tell. Until then may the Lord give me strength to make it through the next couple of years without completely breaking down.
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I only have two and I can so relate to this. Some days I hear my name so many times I want to scream SHUT UP! at the top of my lungs to one of the two. (We don't use that word in our house, but it's still the only thing that seems to fit)
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