I'm slowing down, friends. Things seem to take me twice as long and wear me out twice as quickly. My patience included. Two kids seem to be conspiring against me as they find "creative" ways to play (read: big messes). Yesterday they pulled down all of Josh's ties from his tie bar (it takes at least 15 minutes to put each tie back), and they dumped and scattered a whole bucket of miscellaneous lego pieces all over the family room. I wasn't happy. They helped me clean it up and I think I lectured them the entire time about why I was upset.
After lunch, we settled down on the couch to watch a movie together. Finding Nemo. The part came on where Dory and Marlin are attending the Shark's 12-step "Fish are Friends, Not Food" meeting. Dory just got clocked in the face by a scuba mask and the Great White Shark "BRUCE" gets a nice whiff of her bloody nose and turns nasty. "I'M HAVING FISH TONIGHT!"
Yaks casually said, "Is this duh part where duh shark gets mean like mommy?"
What?
He repeated himself, not an ounce of sarcasm in his voice. He really related my upset scolding earlier in the day to that of a blood-thirsty shark on the hunt. Ouch.
I tried defending myself, but was left just feeling chastised and humbled, and resorted to an apology instead. I've resolved to be more careful with how I speak and how I "correct" and work on my "tone" being less SHARKY.
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This confession makes me feel better about my frequent outbursts. Ah, my poor kids...Happy Place HAPPY PLACE!
Oh boy . . . . the joy and pain of motherhood. Kids always know the exact right terms and phrases to push our guilt buttons. When I think of you . . . . well . . . . I think of a phrase that one of Brett's students used to describe him: Bunnies are meaner than you are!
I'm right there with you, Sharkie. Friday, after my son used his all-too-real sander/grinder to grind the finish off my living room tables... I banished all 3 of them to the basement. On their way, they were having a 'support group' of sorts and were heard to say: "She's grumpy." My two year old repeats, "BERRY GWUMPY."
Yep. That's me. I was grumpy, and felt justified in it.
At least you showed remorse. I'm not there yet, let me see if I can repair my living room table first. :)
Oh dear. Our children always put us in our places, eh?
Yesterday on the way home from church, the older child told me my shirt wasn't very "churchy." I asked her to explain and she said my "shirt wasn't pretty enough for church." I tried explaining how you could combine a casual shirt with a dressy skirt and it would work for a formal setting, but to no avail. The conversation ended with another scolding: "I think you need to wear fancier clothes to church, Mom."
I wanted to let you know how to make those tissue balls.
I used about 12-15 sheets of tissue and put them in a stack. Then you fold the tissue paper up like an acordian. while it is folded in the center you tie it off with string or a clamp. once it is sucure you trim the edges in scalops or points or whatever you like. After that you pull apart the different layers of tissue paper, half going up and half going down. then just hang it up.
Hope that makes sence.
Keep the stories comming. I love reading what your family is up to.
I love hopping over and checking out what you have been up to. I LOVE the garden and the fence. I am in love with your cheekies and covet the space to have my own. I am so sorry Tim was so sick. I hope all is well now with him. Also, my best to your dad on his procedure and to Josh on the loss of his Grandma. She sounds like a grand lady.
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