All the whining. This week has been filled with screaming and whining and kids that are breaking/ruining/messing up everything in sight. We’re having a case of the Mondays – and it’s Wednesday. We’ve taken walks. We’ve been to the forest. We’ve cuddled and read books, decorated for Halloween and grinned and beared it during a week where your kids are absolutely insane.
This, my friends, is one of those crappy weeks no one tells you about when you’re about to become a parent.
It’s one of those weeks where you wish your kids would just leave you alone for a few minutes so you could shower without coming out of the shower to a toddler that has smeared shaving cream all over their body.
It’s one of those weeks where you don’t care if the kids aren’t wearing pants.
It’s one of those weeks where you’ve had to go to your go-to of making bath tub shaving cream paint to contain the kids in the bath tub so you could get something – anything – done, from the bathroom floor.
(and might have taken a bit of pleasure in the surprise shower to rinse them off)
It’s one of those weeks where you can’t find a matching sock to save your life – and the pile of laundry? Well, it’s escaping from the laundry room.
It’s one of those weeks where you haven’t slept well for a few nights and the lack of sleep is really starting to drive you a bit batty.
It’s one of those weeks where you’re ranting on the phone with your husband at work leads to a text message that says nothing but “you’re cray cray”.
It’s one of those weeks where you sneak off to the bathroom for a few moments and come back to Sharpie colored, four-year old nipples. Of course, accompanied with the explanation that the marker fell off of the paper and on to her nipples – giving credit where credit is due when it comes to coloring in the lines.
It’s one of those weeks where you changed a diaper, got it all over your arm and had to run and answer the door so that you wouldn’t have to drive twenty minutes because the courier for some godforsaken reason doesn’t drop it off in Sherwood Park, but in the city when it comes time to pick up and that’s not something else you want added to your to do list.
It’s one of those weeks you are hiding in the bathroom for silence. One where you’ve lost your patience more times than you would usually be willing to admit (I have lost track, for real).
and mandatory nap (I don’t care if you stay in your room and watch Netflix on the iPad) time.
It’s one of those weeks when you are so thankful that the toddler is going to neighbors to do some crafts and that you can watch trashy television for a couple of hours – while thinking about tackling the major to do list and have a bit of time to rejuvenate and maybe increase your patience level twenty percent while she is gone.
It’s one of those weeks where you made dinner once.
And? One of those weeks where you make empty threats like “No one is eating cheese whiz ever again!”
What they do tell you?
They tell you it will all be better once you take a moment to breathe. That’s just what we’re doing this weekend. We are heading for a staycation to the Matrix Hotel and the kids are staying with the grands for a lovely weekend-long mini vacation where we’re going to sleep in, eat Chinese take-out, watch a movie uninterrupted and cross some holiday shopping off of our list while we’re exploring downtown.
Then, you’ll come back rejuvenated, ready to read the same book a hundred times, act scared for the 50th time of the same Halloween costume and wipe the poop out of your hair like it’s no big deal – and come back patient to those two awesome little people you left for the weekend and remember just how fantastic it is being a parent.
Disclosure – being a parent is awesome. These two little people are awesome. This is completely unedited, writing therapy that takes a weight off the shoulders – and ps. I love those two terrorizing little people (regardless of how crazy they make me). Again, have all the kids – they’re all the awesome.