I am waiting for the pot of coffee to brew while the girls watch elmo in grouchland for the second time today. by request. I tried to sit on the floor and get them to play little people, but I couldn't stand the whining and fighting over the little elmo and grover.
I'm too tired to do it today, but I'm finding, increasingly, that I am too tired to fight with them on most days. The whining is wearing on me. Or the caffeine is wearing off. the past two days we went swimming at g-mas and they crabbed out there too.
Don't get me wrong, I still wouldn't go back to that first year where everyone screamed in my face for no apparent reason. But I'm starting to feel like all they do is scream in my face. Now they apparently have a reason. It just doesn't seem like a valid one to me.
I don't have the strength to post about potty training just yet. suffice to say that Z has added whining about M&Ms to her repertoire.
coffee's done
3 comments:
Definitely not terribly mother!
My husband was more bugged by the whining than I was. He started putting our girls in time out for whining. I thought it was an awful idea, but we tend to let each other follow our parental instincts after airing any concerns we have. It worked.
I'm reading "Raising Your Spirited Child" at the moment. I don't know if your kids are the ones the author describes (and I have some issues with the tone she takes), but it might be worth checking out of the library.
Good luck. I hear things get better at age four. Scant comfort, right?
Thanks for the hope :) I just can't handle the constant whining. and it's not that it's one whining constantly... it's that there's two of them so there's no break. unless they are covered in chocolate (which is now)
at least i get to go to work tomorrow and they are the hubs problem. that's some solace :)
I just discovered your blog last night, and I love you. I think we are soul-mates. I appreciate your honesty. I would like to comment more but I have to hurry and work... but I hear you on the being too tired to fight them thing. Oh, how I hear you.
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