Today could be a good day to wear my I hate Mondays shirt. No real reason, just bad mood carried over from yesterday. When Mikel decided to poop on his bedroom floor and he and his brother painted the walls with it yet again. They were in their room as punishment for dumping the remainder of the liquid soap. I never leave them by themselves for long, they tend to get into things or do stuff they aren't supposed to. I check on them about every 5 minutes. In that time they managed to paint quite the area. Well, atleast they didn't throw it onto the ceiling this time. Why do I have the only kids that enjoy painting their room? The last time they did it was a week ago. I had really thought they decided to stop doing it a while back. Before that it was 2 months they hadn't done it. Been leaving the door unlocked so they can just go potty and not ask. They play in the sink and put toys in the toilet. Lock the bathroom door, and they pee wherever they feel like, mainly down the air vent in their room. I don't bother to clean the toys they get all gross anymore, I just trash them. I have no clue how to break this habit. As steven holds it in until he gets a pullup on most days, I have trouble catching him after he goes. It's not always right after he gets the pullup on, sometimes it's after a while. They no longer poop like clockwork. So timing naps around it don't work anymore. I am at my wits end. It makes me so mad I want to scream. Sometimes I do. Usually they aren't in the same room. Hell, it's better than spanking when I'm really pissed off. I have to set them in a chair, so I can cool off. It'd be nice if their daddy would quit telling me that I wasn't watching them. You want me to clean your house and still keep an eye on them? They do these things when I am in the middle of something. I can't wash the dishes, or load the washing machine, or fold the clothes while they are awake. More often than not when they are supposed to nap they drag the damn bed around, make holes in the drywall, don't ask me how I don't know, climb in the window to jump down. Hit or bite each other. I have to check on them every few minutes. I can't accomplish anything until they sleep. They don't sleep for long. Usually by the time they are sleeping I am so frustrated, I have to find something to calm me down. Cleaning does not do that for me, I get more frustrated with that. I don't have much time in the day to do it, and it pisses me off anyway. A leftover from my non-existent childhood. Identifying your problem and attitude does not always fix it. They're banging on stuff now, and there's only stuffed animals in the room. AAAAAHHHHH!!! Don't get me wrong, I love my kids. We draw, we read, we watch educational cartoons. WE do, I don't use it as a babysitter often. Most days we watch sesame street and whatever is on next, usually barney or disney. This morning, so as not to frustrate me more, I had them sit on the couch all morning. Watching sesame street, then rudolph and the island of misfit toys. I know they wanted to get up and play, but I can't be two places at once. They play in different areas. Mikel is starting to ask to potty by himself. I have to respect that. I have to try to keep steven out of stuff and still notice if mikel is in the bathroom too long. That's when the sink gets turned on, the tp gets soaked, the toilet gets toys in it. It's amazing what kids can do. The other day when I was making sure steven was drawing with crayons only on paper, not on the walls, Mikel got out a butter knife from the silverware drawer and almost got an electrical outlet off his wall. I noticed he was quiet. That's when you know they are doing something they are not supposed to. They get lids off of unopened things. Like the juice bottles. I can't open those things. They can. UGH! He got a jar down from on top of my top cupboards again. I was helping steven pee that time. Divide and conquer, they have it down to an art. I need a break. I need my kids to go somewhere else for a day. Just one day without having to worry about what they are getting into now. A quiet house. A chance to do things. I'll get it on saturday. Hubby doesn't know it yet, but we aren't going anywhere for my birthday. I need to scrub the walls of their room. I need to get all the dishes done. I need to get their carpet shampooed again. I need to vacuum the floor. Yes, those machines are loud and they know it. I need to get all the laundry done.
I love my kids. I wouldn't trade them for the world. I wish they would be the little hellions for other people that they are for me. Everyone thinks they are angels. They are not. They are good for other people. I suppose it's that they don't know how far they can push, so they don't. Plus the novelty of playing with someone new. I wish I had a big yard they could run around in. I wish my yard wasn't next to the road. Ah, well. We can't have everything. Today, apparently, is rant day. Oh well. I never said I was perfect. I'm not. I never said they were either. Most days are good days, it's the bad ones that get you down. |