Seriously, I do. I think I just need to vent. Or maybe take a
Valium. I'm truly not sure anymore. I love my children, a lot, I really truly do. They are both loving and sweet, inquisitive, and ornery and their smiles and hugs melt away my grump...usually...but some days (namely TODAY) I've hit my limit.
Leo is
such a stinker. I cannot get anything done without him either trying to destroy it or something else in the process. Some of his favorite activities include starting the dishwasher or changing the setting while it's already in progress, climbing into the washing machine or dryer, with or without clothes, he's not preferential on that one, starting said machine or, again, changing the cycle midway through, pushing the stool over to the stove and banging on the burners, exploring the refrigerator, opening my make-up drawer and applying lipstick, and of course...trying to mount Walter and ride him into the great blue yonder. If one more person tells me that he's "all boy" I may have to smack them. This I know, what to do about it is driving me over the edge. He is also newly
fascinated by the toilet. So, in addition to everything listed above, I found him this morning pulling the whole roll of toilet paper and dumping it into the toilet. Then he sat on it, like a big boy, but then proceeded to fall in so his shorts, that we had just put on, were then soaking wet.
Sophia is fairly self sufficient but of course wants my attention all the time. If this child was allowed to sleep in my bed and sit on my lap while she ate every meal she would do it. She does play nicely by herself and enjoys watching her shows, but she and Leo are already at constant odds about toys, food, behavior, whatever. Leo still isn't talking much (more on that soon) and she constantly reverts back into this annoying baby talk. I h.a.t.e it. With a passion. I get this is normal and all that crap, but I'm over it. I'm ready for her to move on and go back to her big girl ways. She is actually a very good big sister and does share reasonably well, but it's really hard when your brother bangs your guitar on the floor and tries to shove your balloon into his mouth and then when you retreat into your room for a moment of solace he is on the outside banging and screaming. I know how you feel, sweet daughter, this is my life every second of the day!
Just to further
aggravate me, after I finally made it to the gym this morning, I decided that for
everyone's sake I had to try and leave it all at the gym. I was a little slow to get going but realized that a good sweat and a nice accelerated heart beat would do me a world of good. So, I pushed that incline up a bit and unloaded for a full-on run. I'm doing good, feeling great, sweating a lot, when a small, gray haired woman appears at my side. Holding her towel and reveling in her judgment she points at the time clock on the treadmill
(yes there is a 30 minute time limit when others are waiting and I was over that clearly I'm busy) and says, Excuse me, aren't you finished? with the flick of her finger from the clock to the floor I sort of stare at her in awe. Realizing that, No bitch, clearly I'm not, wasn't probably my best response, I simply got off and walked away.
I really had to mail some stuff, so against my better
judgement I headed to the post office. I loathe the post office. There are always tons of people and no one moves quickly there. It is very cramped and I can only keep my children entertained for so long. I make my way up to the counter and in mid sentence I turn to see Leo destroying the card display. I mean he was right next to me and then whoosh...40 cards and envelopes on the floor. I sort of yelp, turn and run backwards toward the cards, sweep them up, but them back and haul his little
tushie right back to the counter with me...trailing behind is Sophia saying well
I was just
looking at them! Trying to shush goody two-shoes I finally paid and was leaving when the nice postal worker looked at me and said,
wow good for you, you sure do have a lot of patience. It was the nicest thing that happened to me yet. With tears in my eyes I said,
Bless you for thinking that this looks like patience. On the sidewalk outside another man came up to me and said, don't worry, Mom they'll grow up. Shit. I must really look like hell today.
Please tell me it gets better...someone, anyone? Better?