Monday, April 4, 2011
That naughty c-word.
I have to laugh at myself because here's what I was thinking this morning:
"Wow, I feel pretty good about my mothering lately. I think the kids might turn out okay after all. They're being so good, taking care of eachother, helping, doing great in school for the most part, their strong character is really shining through, etc."
Now the clincher, in the car this evening, on the way to Grandma's for dinner:
"Okay, guys, when Mom feels like CRAP (emphasis=increased volume), you DON'T act like CRAP. You just don't do that! It's NOT okay! If you misbehave in ANY WAY or have bad manners AT ALL while at Grandma's, I will take you out to the car--even if you haven't eaten A THING--drive you home, and put you right in bed! Got that?"
In my defense, I'm fighting a terrible head cold, sore throat, cough, etc. I was a helpless witness all afternoon to some pretty serious wrestling, covert snack-runs, marker fights, and more.
I wouldn't consider this one of my most attractive days. I walked around with toilet paper in each nostril to prevent the constant faucet-that-is-my-nose from dripping on every imaginable surface in my house. Can you imagine kissing that face on the way to work? Yeah, not too pretty. But, sweet fella that he is, Ben DID it! He was laughing at me, but, he still kissed faucet-face. Noted: brownie points for compassionate husband. I knew I liked him.
p.s. I don't normally say the C-word in front of the kiddos. Shame on me. I know. There's no excuse except . . . they MADE me do it.
at 9:17 PM