This is a venter post, just to warn :)
Nothing more than my blurbing out thoughts.
I’ve just been really battling my kids lately in obedience.
They aren’t BAD but they are in this rut of “trying to debate” their way out of a situation… or “waiting” way to long to follow through with something.
Heres a great example from wednesday…
~ “Time to go”
- “Can I stay with them?”
~ “No, lets go.”
- “… but we’ve watched so and so’s kid before and brought them home for them. So can they keep me?”
~ “No, lets go.”
- “Can they keep me please?”
~ ::the wrath of mama is coming::(Picture a pregnant mom wearing a bathing suit, ratty hair, about to let all sanity loose – I restrained myself…. barely) “GET OUT NOW”
This kind of behavior FIRES MY BLOOD so bad.
I really can feel my blood pressure ticking. It takes every fiber I have to not go to far with my words…
I wish I could say the day got better yesterday but it really didn’t. From simple things like “Go upstairs and wait for me” – yet moments later distracted kids playing and then someone getting hurt because they weren’t paying attention. Had they obeyed in the 1st place it would of never happened.
Yet in public places I find it so hard to discipline and I know by the time I get home, I am so OVER – and just tired, that I just want them in bed. When in all honesty there should always be a punishment to this behavior, ALWAYS…
So yea, my fault, their fault, combination of everything = bleh.
Today wasn’t as bad but just moments ago I told the kids “go get in the van” to go to the pool, yet they wander around like they have no clue what I said, resulting in Owen falling on the porch, no one being buckled…. and me lugging the gigantic pool bag, with no one ready.
“GET INSIDE AND GO TO YOUR ROOM, WE AREN’T GOING.”
Then tears from Taite.
Owen totally clueless.
Its 4:33 and their father will be home soon. I think its a “serious father talk” moment right now… so once he gets home I am hoping he can talk to them and lay it out.
Your moms pregnant.
Your moms tired.
You aren’t listening.
You aren’t honoring Christ by not listening OR your mom and dad.
SO SHAPE UP OR PREPARE FOR SOME SORE BOTTOMS.
Ok Im joking.
All that being said.
I am blessed.
In so many ways.
Don’t take my ranting moments, as ever wishing my life were different. I don’t. Im so thankful for my children. With children though comes lots of trials like this… and I know im not the only one dealing with them… so if anything, this helps others know they aren’t alone & gives me an outlet to let it loose, properly? :) I hope. I love my boys and they really are good children. Caleb can be so helpful helping with Owen. Taite is just the funniest kid ever, so bright and so darn cute! – Owen melts anyones heart, even the lady in target, whos butt he decided to slap (out of pure innocence’s *no butts were harmed in the slapping of the Owster*)
… but there are days I feel such frustration. I can be so far from “a great mom” – and very impatient. I do lots of apologizing to my kids… but if anything, maybe them seeing mommy’s imperfections and failures… yet willingness to say “Im sorry…” – will impact them.
To those wondering where the belly photo for this week is.
It was never taken.
The last 2 days have proven difficult enough, I really didn’t want to fiddle with a tripod :)
Plus my blog was down… so why stress it. I will have a photo for week 25 coming up ;-)
I will say, I went to the Dr. this AM and all is well.
Baby sounds awesome.
My weight gain is “tolerable” ;-)
Belly is bigger, baby is moving A TON!
All in all things look perfectly normal and good to go.
Next up on the apt list.
Glucose test in 4 weeks – goodie! ::gag::
Travis just pulled up – off to deal with the situation… and maybe, just maybe we will get to the pool and enjoy a calm evening out. Did I mention its suppose to be 107 this saturday. Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Got to love GA heat!