Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Just Be Happy

Buster Brown woke up on the wrong side of the bed... whoa, did he ever!!! It started with him refusing to eat breakfast cause he had a problem with the menu - both menus that were offered him. It spiraled down from there.  I used my best encouragement and mommy techniques to no avail. He was going to be crabby that was that. He was NOT going to do anything period.

Steve came home in the nick of time and put into gear his best Daddy techniques and he managed to get him to comply with a few necessary requests and get him off to speech.

Steve came in the kitchen put his arms around me and said, "It takes the two of us to manage these kids."Being totally exhausted from the long morning I burst into tears.  I had just been thinking as I guided Missy through her morning chores, "It's just crazy the amount of words I have to use as I walk on eggshells trying to get this kid through her morning in one piece."

I gathered myself together and headed to help Missy in the bathroom where she confronted me with, "Mommy, why you crying?"

"Because you and Buster are hard kids. When you need to do something I have to talk, and talk, and talk, and talk and maybe you will obey, and maybe you won't. I get tired. If I tell the other girls to do something they do it right away, but not you. I have to work really hard to get you to obey and to do what is right."

"Pooooor Mommy!"

LOL! Thank you, child. I am glad you recognize that I have feelings, too.

When the twins were done at speech I had Vanessa drop me off at the school and then I had her leave without me. We've been having sleep issues, bowel issues, attitude issues, etc... and the only way we were going to be able to get home was to walk. I think it's a couple miles - not more than three anyway. We enjoyed the sunshine and the twins were actually okay with the idea of walking home. They had no choice. They certainly needed the exercise.  Buster started having serious problems - he's been witholding for several days and I have upped the miralax, the flax, the green drinks, the homemade carrot juice, the prune juice, the water intake and even given him slippery elm. It was all finally starting to work. Yippee - except that there aren't many toilets between the school and here. We found one outhouse. He threw both fists in the air and yelled, "Great! Perfect!"

I wish he were still saying that.

He's not thrilled that he is having to repeatedly go to the bathroom and he blames me for all the "medicine" I gave him.

A friend posted this on facebook and the girls and I had a great laugh... If we could all be so happy!

2 comments:

Mama in Uganda said...

It most definitely takes the two of us--that is exactly how God designed it.

I have a blog post rolling around in my heart concerning this.

Blessings,
S

Mama in Uganda said...

It most definitely takes the two of us--that is exactly how God designed it.

I have a blog post rolling around in my heart concerning this.

Blessings,
S