“nap”, uh, crap.
i am a fraud.
i read a blog i had written a while ago and for some reason i made it sound like i had life under control. or at least my kids.
that is so not the case.
i don’t.
i realised this quite forcefully after two days of non napping yes freakazoiding kid activity all over the place. what is with my kids?
do you think that in the back of my mind i am remembering that sebastian was a fairly tolerable two year old but a testy three year old? the thought is driving me BONKERS. can it get much worse? will i ever be able to get the desired result from my children without dragging blood or teeth from them first? why does their room look like a crime scene after "nap"?
today, during "nap", the kids removed their gro-bags, either together (please frugal blake, don’t tell me that i should be impressed that they are working together, like good union employees do) or separately, and pushed sela’s bed away from the window. then somehow they pushed over the heater. and then they removed the wooden slats from above jasper’s bed.
i am appalled. they have no respect.
i can go barging in there, and the only result is, they begin squealing, "noooooooo!" which comes out sounding, "neeeeeeeeeewwww" which is pathetic. like i am the person at fault. if i didn’t want to know what was going on i should not have entered the inner sanctum. i am appalled by them.
if i EVER made it sound like i was a good parent, i apologise. i am not. magnificent is a good parent, which is why today i picked up the phone and called charles (he is in tokyo in case you are keeping track) and told him (while the kids were listening) how they had destroyed their room. they started crying but only because i would’t let them hold the phone and sing happy birthday to daddy.
i am a bad parent, worse, an ineffective one.
dislike them, despise myself.
next thing you know i am going to be saying, "if you don’t stop crying, i am going to throw you out the window!"
