Today the day was off to a great start (you just know this is going to have an ominious ending). I was up at 6.45, and planned a great Sunday school lesson. Downstairs was very foggy and the kids were itching to go outside (and scream) but I insisted they stay inside and watch television. Aren't I a winner mum?
Apparently not. When I gave them breakfast, they asked why they did not get pancakes or waffles. I responded because they had syrup yesterday. The four quarters of one whole evil were quick to inform me that their dad always lets them have syrup.
What do they think, that they can play us off each other? Do I give a Ding Dong Double Dipstick on what their dad does (I do, but not right now. I had righteous anger and even better. a MORAL to impose).
I launched into the dangers of syrup on teeth, too much sugar, wise eating choices, and how I didn't believe I had seen any fruit or vegetables (chippes notwithstanding) cross their (probably) weak teeth since Friday, when I made them eat broccoli. Their eyes glazed over and they just murmured resentfully through mouths stuffed with sensible fibre filled cereal, "Dad…better…loves…" whatever.
Let's go to church. I do like being a sunday school teacher. I try to make it a good time for the kids. Last week we went on a coin hunt. This week, we made fishes. But before that, I asked them what they had for breakfast (lesson was jesus calling out from the shore to the fishermen who hadn't caught anything). Then the assistant and i drew their breakfasts and the kids told us who drew it best. If they were older, they could draw it, but we've had too many incidents of them going off on tangents on the white board.
Once we were home again, we decided to play wii.
This was a good idea, except it could not be achieved without fighting, apparently. Or shouting at each other. So after 15 minutes I sent the girls to their room for one hour to do puzzles and beads and let the boys wii on. After an hour, I let the girls come out and the boys, all excited by the virtual light sabre bashing they had been doing, headed down to the playground to do some real life smashing.
The girls put on a Dora the Snow Princess wii thingie. Well, who knew! They could even fight with Dora. While Dora was seemingly shooting coins out her bottom and into the piggy bank, the girls felt it necessary to smack each other.
And that was it for mean mummy. I erupted, but quiet and deadly like. I think I felt my eye begin to tic, which Pammy will tell you is not a good sign.
"And we're done here!" I informed the spawn.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO" they predictably shrieked.
"To your rooms!"
Carys kicked the sofa. She then jumped up and landed on the ground. She did this to upset me, and hey! It worked!
I assisted her to her room with a not so gentle swat.
She informed me i didn't love her. "You only love the boys".
Sela told me this was her worst day ever.
Carys told me I must be the meanest person ever. I said, "And are you perfectly innocent?"
And they chose to scream.
I am getting really bored telling this story. The upshot is, I informed the girls that I was going to Bali in three days, and if they could not get along with each other and their brothers, they would not be coming. I did not wish to be with disobedient, loud children. They had a choice to make.
They chose to pack with me, and we had a lot of fun trying on clothes and putting aside many new items for ICM that they had outgrown without wearing.
Dinner was pizza and pirates of the caribbean. right before dinner when the rain started to come down, I sent them outside, where they ran and stomped and raised their heads to heaven with their friends.
exhausted.
we miss our charles.
