Sometimes I wonder when they will get a clue. I already know the answer but I ask it hypothetically to the universe in general and to my husband specifically. “WHEN WILL THEY GET A CLUE?!”
The answer is – 20 years from now when they have kids of their own and suddenly realize that I wasn’t just nagging them for my own amusement but was trying to teach them to be responsible citizens and often because I actually needed their help.
Today was a day spent working, working and being in pain, working and being in pain and begging, sometimes yelling at my kids to help me just the tiniest bit. I wasn’t asking them to polish the silver or wax the floors or give me a mani-pedi while I watched soaps. I was feeling the shooting pains as my ligaments pulled and expanded, limping on hips and a pelvis that may not hold up much longer under this kind of pressure, gagging with a sudden resurgence of morning sickness and working my butt off to clean the house. I was asking them to pick up their ratchen fratchen toys that covered the entire main floor. I was repeating myself over and over until even I was sick of the sound of my own voice.
At some point in the afternoon I considered changing Magoo’s name to some glass-shattering word from the mermaid dialect, anything that would cause him to show the slightest sign that he could hear it as it was coming out of my mouth. He is completely deaf to the sound of my voice unless my voice is whispering sweet nothings about chocolate, gummy worms or time for game play on the Wii.
But if I’m calling him, even yelling from as little as 3 feet away, he bounces along playing and making strange little man noises, giving me no notice at all. It seems like the worse I feel, the worse the deafness gets.
Laylee, on the other hand was willing to work on and off with very little coaxing or threatening but seemed intent on bullying and tormenting Magoo as she went, causing him to bawl and collapse and then come running to me once he’d regained his strength. I took my frustration out on them and they took theirs out on each other. It was a lovely afternoon.
Then Dan came home exhausted from work and I complained and whined and tattled on them like a spoiled child. So he took them off to bed. Last I heard, someone was crying. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t Dan and I’m pretty sure it was in response to something like the threat of no stories if they didn’t pick up the pace a bit.
It’s days like this that make me glad we can reset overnight and start fresh in the morning. And maybe I won’t wake up 4 times tonight. And maybe I’ll feel better in the morning. And maybe they’ll decide they like me and each other. And maybe I just remembered there’s a chocolate bar in my purse. And maybe I’m done blogging now.
at least you still have your sense of humor!
Mrs. Organic says
I just love you! Hope that choclate bar was extra creamylicious you deserve it.
Those kind of days aren’t so much fun, are they? But somehow life goes on and our kids still love us!
I used to get sooooo frustrated with days like that when the girls were little!!! AND my poor husband would get his ear filled before he had gotten 2″ in the door.
The girls actually started getting a clue about the time they started dating. They always wanted the house to look nice for Mr. Special of the Week, so it was no longer a chore to get help cleaning.
Of course, I wasn’t trying to herd the girls through housecleaning during the last trimester of pregnancy, either.
Oh, my. That sounds so familiar. Hang in there! Here’s my random suggestion: Charlie Chaplin movies.
There you go.
mother of the wild boys says
Some days I wonder if I could get a new voice implanted…you know, my boys would probably clean their room if SpongeBob’s voice was asking them. 🙂
I often talk to the wall because I get the same response.
Glad you had a chocolate bar to enjoy!
i’m so glad i’m not the only one that has days like this- it sounds all to familiar. You make me laugh- thanks!
Proud Daughter of Eve says
Poor Daring family. What a day all around!
I’m sorry kiddo. “Some days are like that. Even in Austrailia.”
The Lazy Organizer says
Oh those days. I thought my last pregnancy would scar my children for life but they seemed to recover. Well, we’re putting off the therapy for a few more years anyway.
Mrs Lemon says
That’s why I like even a short nap (for him) because it helps me press the reset button 🙂
This Heavenly Life says
You make me so happy 🙂
Wait that makes it sound like I’m enjoying your bad day…but I’m not, it’s just…I can relate. And that makes me happy.
Oh, never mind. Hope your weekend is peaceful and easy 🙂
angela michelle says
I agree–Thank heavens for nights and new mornings.
Hang in there!