I figured I’d get that out right away so if you don’t want to read, you can just go on your merry way. I’m going to vent about my children. Ready. Ok.
The twins will be 2 on Friday. They are in the full throes of being toddlers. They are downright defiant 99% of the time. They throw their cups, forks, spoons, bowls and food from their high chairs. They throw every.single.toy they touch. They launch every blanket and stuffed friends out of their bed every.single.day at naptime. Diaper changes are such a struggle that there are days when I’d rather leave them in soggy pants than attempt one more diaper change. Bathtime takes two people and while in the tub they’re great, they fight hair drying and teeth brushing with such passion it’s amazing. They hit each other, their older siblings and me. If they figure out biting we’re screwed. (OMG. While I was writing this Annie started screaming in her crib. I went upstairs, and there she was NAKED except for her shirt and onesie around her neck, and pee all over the crib. Arghhhhhh.)
Drew is 4 now, and has become this mouthy little brat. He sticks out his tongue, throws toys, wrestles toys out of his sisters’ hands. He throws himself on the floor in huge crying fits over the littlest thing. He refuses to pick up toys after he’s done playing with them. He constantly tells me and the girls what to do. His behavior is maddening.
Megan. Well, let’s see. Megan refuses to do ANYTHING. She won’t pick up her bedroom. She won’t help clean up the living room. She fights every attempt at rules we have. If we say we’re going to take away hockey practice, she just yells that she hates hockey and doesn’t want to go anyway. She says we do nothing for her, yet everything we do revolves around her. She throws herself on the floor and cries every time we ask her to do something helpful. And she’s going to be 8 in two weeks. Acts more like the 2 year olds most of the time.
All of this behavior happens on a daily basis. It’s not an every-once-in-awhile event. It’s constant. I’m exhausted and exasperated. I don’t get vacations from them, and rarely any break. Oh, I love them more than anything, but these days, I just want to get away from them in the worst way possible.
And now I must remind the twins for the zillionth time that it’s NAPTIME dammit and to please for the love of cookies GO TO SLEEP.