I love my boys (that includes my husband) dearly, but they make me crazy. The 3 year old whines like a little girl and the 2 year old likes to crash his body into things. They've taken to torturing the cat and even after a light paddle on the butt (administered by my husband), the 3 year old will start pulling on the cat's tail 15 minutes later.
I actually have a headache - the first in a long LONG time - and I feel as though I'm getting facial wrinkles from contorting my face in anger. I am tired of saying over and over, "Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!!!! What did I say? I said STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!!!!" This is not the way I want to spend my weekends.
I don't want to spend my weekends unpacking anymore (yeah, still not done); I don't want to spend my weekends cleaning up spills; and I don't want to spend my weekends waiting for my husband to be finished painting. Yes, I realize that I'm bellyaching. If I didn't want to spend my time doing these things then I suppose I shouldn't have had children or I shouldn't have bought a house or I shouldn't have done something else.
I know that people will say that, "it could always be worse" or that "other people have it worse than I do, but frankly I don't care. Seriously, why do people say those things - it only makes you feel worse (the guilt) and it doesn't fix anything. Ugh! Where is that proverbial Easy Button when you need it!?!
Tuesday's Child is going to make you feel so much better, Irene.
Posted by: Amy | April 20, 2008 at 07:48 PM
Life would be boring without the chaos.
Posted by: Mary Anne | April 21, 2008 at 02:40 PM