There are two things that my children do not know how to do: walk and speak quietly. They have, however, mastered both running and yelling. They do not stop talking from the time they open their eyes in the morning until their eyes shut (always involuntarily) hours after their intended bedtime.
Loving each other has taken on a new form. Yes, they still invade each other's space, touch each other incessantly, and must be doing the same exact thing at the same exact time. However, they are now fighting more than ever. As in, screaming, tattling, toy-snatching, bickering and "you're not my brother"-ing ALL THE TIME. The problem is that they won't just fight and leave each other alone for a while. Ohhh nnoo.. they'll fight like crazy, someone (the 3-year-old) will cry loud enough to wake up the neighbors, I'll flip my lid, and they'll be back playing, touching, laughing, and being too rough all over again. And so it goes. All. Day. Long.
|See how nicely we're playing? |
We may or may not start whipping those little Army guys at eachother's faces at any second.
I will admit, I am often my own worst enemy. I'll think, "No problem, I've got all day to do anything I want. I'm on vacation, Baby." Only to get to the end of the day, fall on to the couch after screaming up the stairs for a final time that "Everyone needs to shut their eyes NOOOWWWW!" and wondering, "What in the world did I get done today??" UGHHH!! What a horrible feeling that is.
So I am trying my hardest this summer to build a routine and stick to a schedule. I am very quick to forget that while I was all too excited for my schedule to change come June; the boys were not too pysched about how drastically their's changed. One of them stopped going to school (and therefore stopped seeing his friends all the time). Their babysitter whom they loved stopped coming over. They have no set routine anymore; and no one to hang out with except themselves and their mother.
I am vowing to break our days up in to kid- time and mama- time. I will get them around their friends, but I won't overload them with activity. I will force them to play with the gazillions of toys they have, and I won't step in every time I hear things starting to go awry. I will let them make a mess in the house, but will force them to pick up after themselves. I will clean while they're watching TV, and will not feeling bad about sitting down when they actually decide that napping is fun.
And I will pop a Xanax when s hits the fan.
Have a healthy day,