The MiL, kind soul that she is, frequently tells me how everyone she knows thinks I'm just the best mother. That's nice. I appreciate the validation.
Then again, I locked my children out of the house today. On purpose.
Well, to be precise, I locked them out of the kitchen. And the reason I locked them out of the kitchen is that Cubby and Charlie spent all day today fighting and screaming and whining and crying and fussing with Jack, who in turn cried and fussed.
They continued this all the way until I was trying to make dinner and Jack was happily kicking on the floor and they WOULD NOT leave him alone for the love of God and then Cubby came up with this great plan where Charlie would run up and spank me (Charlie always gets delegated the dangerous jobs) and my surprise would be so great that Cubby could snatch Jack and run off with him.
Good plan, right? Too bad they hatched it in the room I was actually in at the time, so I was forewarned and already pissed off.
So Charlie ran up and spanked me and I hauled both him and his brother (Cubby obviously, not Jack) out the door and locked it. And then I locked the other two doors (yes, there are three doors into our kitchen--old house) and watched them run all around trying the doors and pounding on them.
They thought this was a great game. So did I.
Of course, it ended about three minutes later when the MiL came home and I unlocked the door for her to come inside. But by that time I had regained some measure of calm--a very, very small measure--and could once again converse with my children in a way that did not involve shrieking. By me or them.
So. For all you mothers out there who sometimes lose it and do things like lock your children out or yourselves in just to get away from them for three blessed minutes? You're still a great mom. It's not you; it's them.
Kids are assholes sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI have lock a door between me and the spawn. What an enjoyable 30 seconds that was. The tantrum when he realised that the door was locked though. Worth it.
I know the house, I've seen the kids in action, and I'm totally amazed that you haven't, justifiably, gone all Cruella Deville on them in most situations. Saints have had an easier job, when you consider how relentless the boys are at eating away any sustained attempt at patience.
ReplyDeleteJack doesn't, yet, realize how lucky he is to have such an engaged mother!
Can you lock the bathroom door yet? Mary in MN
ReplyDeleteMary: Sadly, none of the bathrooms lock. Very few of the doors in this house do. That happens when the door knobs are 150 years old.
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