I know it’s early but maybe if I get my whining out-of-the-way I won’t grumble and mutter about it to myself all day. I’ll try to come back to share my joys/gratitudes tomorrow but some days it is good to be realistic and whine a little. Feel free to join in the comments below or on your own blog!
1. The two-year old: has absolutely NO concept of being quiet and still during Mass (Or if he does he thinks it’s more fun to be loud and wiggly anyway); thinks it’s funny to run away from me in stores, libraries, and parking lots; cries about everything that bothers him (which is a lot apparently). I love him dearly which makes it hard to have to get mad with him…why couldn’t he just stay sweet and innocent forever…?
2. My five-year-old doesn’t seem to care about anything I say and likes to hear me repeat things to him over and over and over and over and bother his brother and sister over and over and over until I just can’t handle it anymore and my eyes start to cross, my chest swells with anger, and I explode and turn into a horrible fire-breathing dragon incinerating everything and anyone who has the bad luck of being in my vicinity.
3. I am tired. I can’t sleep or lay down or sit for too long without my ligaments spazzing out (think uterine-ligament Charley horse–which I get in my legs also and yes I am taking enough cal/mag/zinc and drinking enough water and doing yoga stretches, and…) I have more projects, not to mention the regular house cleaning, that needs to get done before the baby but I am running out of steam and the wiggly two-year old and annoying five-year-old and the “informative”/”in-charge” eight-year-old are stealing ALL my energy! (and the sweet little innocent guy in utero is probably taking up his fair share also) — This makes it difficult, if not impossible, to deal with all their silly arguments and whining (yes I know I’m being just like them now) with patience or grace or even just simple kindness (and then I wonder why they can’t be nice to each other) and this makes me feel like an inadequate mother…can I just keep this baby inside me forever (without being uncomfortable)?
Sigh. It’s a good thing I love them so darn much and that they have enough redeeming qualities to survive. I’ll try
to sound to be happier next time I blog…this did make me feel a little better though.