Thursday, January 13, 2011

Patience is a Virtue

So I'm just getting some stuff off my chest here. Feel free to skip over this post if you'd prefer to avoid my half psychotic rantings.

Hmm...where shall I begin? Let's start with mealtimes perhaps.  

Trying to serve dinner to my children is like working in a restaurant filled with the pickiest and rudest of customers. Somebody always sends their meal back, everything 'tastes funny' and the menu selections are never acceptable. Sometimes plates even end up dumped on the floor. This is why I absolutely dread mealtimes. DREAD.

Catie requested a lettuce & carrot sandwich with mustard on it for supper. Although it sounds quite healthy, I warned her that it probably wouldn't taste very good. She confirmed this after taking her first bite and declaring that 'this tastes gross'. No....really?

I have one kid who won't eat anything, another who can't decide what he wants to eat and another who asks for one thing but then changes her mind. I've tried making just ONE thing - a lovely chicken dinner for example - and insisting that everyone eat it, but that always blows up in my face too. I'm left frustrated with a pile of dirty dishes and a group of grumpy kids who end up eating hot dogs on a stick. Yes. Hot dogs on a bloody stick! Somedays you just gotta go with whatever works. I just make sure they take their vitamins in order to make up for the complete lack of nutrients in their diet some days. :S

Let's move on to housework...

Everywhere I look there's a mess of some sort. And if by some chance its not messy right now, then it sure as hell will be soon. Messes are being made as I type this. Walls are being painted on, someone is peeing on something that shouldn't be peed on, drinks are being spilled, closets full of neatly folded clothes are magically emptying themselves onto the floor, pairs of socks are splitting up never to be seen again. (I would really like to know where that other sock goes. I need answers!) The laundry is constantly mocking me & there are always dishes piled precariously by the sink.  

Most days I don't feel like I get anything done and yet I'm clearly running around like an idiot all day long. I attempt to complete a simple task, but end up getting distracted so many times that I forget what I was originally doing. I often find myself standing in the middle of a room just staring at the ceiling...for a really long time. Sometimes I sit down to pee and I totally forget why I'm even in there. Not a word of a lie. Pants around my ankles...and no idea why.

My kids are lovely, but they can seriously drive me nuts sometimes. My little guy has taken to sneaking into my bed every night - its the flannel sheets that beckon him I'm sure.  He hogs my pillows, steals my blankets and pokes me in the ribs with his little toes. Sometimes I don't even notice he's there, but usually he makes his presence well known - like the time he peed on me. So, I'm trying to be consistent by carrying him back to his bed each night. I treasure my nights - its the only time in my day where I get to be alone! So I don't feel too guily about wanting my bed to myself...but try explaining that to a four year old! 

Motherhood has taught me a lot of things, but mostly it has taught me this:

Patience - the state of endurance under difficult circumstances, which can mean persevering in the face of delay or provocation without acting on annoyance/anger in a negative way; or exhibiting forbearance when under strain, especially when faced with longer-term difficulties. Patience is the level of endurance one's character can take before negativity. It is also used to refer to the character trait of being steadfast.Or which you can wait for things.  

The key to getting through any day with small children is simply having patience and remaining calm. Sometimes I feel like jumping out a window or grabbing any kind of blunt object and smashing myself repeatedly in the head with it...but I don't. :) I just try to find a quiet spot, take a few deep breaths and regroup. Sitting on the toilet for example....perfect spot to compose oneself. Which reminds me, I really need to get some magazines in there. And a liquor cabinet.

Other times, I simply crank up the music and the kids and I dance like idiots in the kitchen. Well I do the idiotic dancing and the kids just stare at me looking slightly embarrassed. I'm completely willing to humiliate myself for the sake of distracting them - if only for a few moments.  :)


1 comment :

  1. You get alone time in the bathroom?
    But seriously, you are SO not alone.
    =) K