All Moms are familiar with the phenomenon that when one of your children is out of control, your remaining children become eerily angelic. This is helpful because having one kid lose it is more than enough.
Then, there are the special days. The days you are convinced that your children made some sort of evil pact to share the burden of dreadful behavior equally. Those are the days where all you can hope for is that you don’t lose your cool enough that the neighbors alert the authorities in some capacity.
First, it started with T.Puzzle. He called his brother a ‘diaper head’ and ran screaming away and hid in a corner when I punished him for the name-calling. I took away all of his stuffed animals and Thomas blanket and he screamed, “You’re mean!” at top volume. This was later followed by a meltdown about sharing a toy riding car. I had to carry him kicking and screaming to his room for punishment.
I could already feel how special the day was becoming.
He eventually pulled it together.
Great, I thought. Now we can enjoy this awesome weather with friends and look forward to our dinner out with Mad Dog.
Well,.. Full Speed decided to get in to the act. He was glorious in his sassiness, which started because he lost a game of Red Light, Green Light. The unfortunate power struggles and tantrums that ensued culminated in him screaming, “I never want to live in this house again!” Oh, and he also hit me. A knock-down, oh-no-he-didn’t veritable knick-knack patty-whack across my back.
We didn’t go to dinner (foiled again!!!), they went to bed so early I’m pretty sure I heard the faint whisperings of the five o’clock news in the background, and I dropped to my knees and prayed to my God (Supernanny) for guidance.
Some days are good, some days you wish you ‘never want to live in your house again!’, and some days are better when they are over.
