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.
I can sympathize with you. Jamie has asked me recently why I was so crazy when I was pregnant and had two other children under the age of four…well it really is more than one mom can bear sometimes…even on a good day. I just told her that someday she would be in my shoes and understand what I was going through. It was just plain difficult. Motherhood is a challenging role. Now that my youngest is seven, it may seem a little easier but this time comes with new challenges. Chores, arguing, school, friends, etc. I don’t think I get as upset now…but maybe its because I have less energy. I don’t honestly think that you will ever stop repeating yourself no matter how old they get…its called selective hearing. And I still have to hold Scotty’s hand for fear he’d get hit by a car or get lost. My pet peeve is saying over and over and over AND OVER…DON’T SLAM THE DOOR! Scott sleeps during the day and he needs more than four hours of sleep. But it all falls on deaf ears. Hang in there…
Oh I’m there with you with the fire-breathing mama recently. It’s like Gianna can’t hear me *unless* I’m losing it. I’ll pray and offer it up for you. It makes it a little bit better knowing I’m not the only one “in it” right now too.
Ha, Jenny I remember you talking about this same thing once upon a time before I had any clue.
Amy–yeah it’s a strange phenomen isn’t it that they obey only when we are at our breaking point? You’d think they would listen before then but…I guess that’s too logical