The very rotten no good evening
this was my night
I have no pictures of myself with all four and The Hubster was MIA with a very conveniently dead battery cellphone (grumble grumble bitter bitter) so I drew my head on his body. Yes, it’s accurate. I am totally rocking bangs now. No, really I am. I would take a picture but the people of Fiji can see my bags from here; I need no photographic evidence of that!
Back to my very rotten no good evening. It all started when I asked the girls to clean up after their toys. The whining! Oh my heavens the whining! Tessa decided to sneak off to the bathroom and hang out instead of cleaning. She kept hollering “I’m pooping!” but nay, I could see what she was up to through the crack in the door- futzing, lots and lots of futzing. So, when she reluctantly emerged to a fully cleaned living room I sent her off to clean her bedroom where the pissing and moaning lead to screaming. When i told her that she was obviously tired and needed to go brush her teeth, she kicked me. Um, what? Oh hell fuck no. I wrapped that defiant child up in her bed covers like a burrito and held her down. She screamed, she fought and she shrieked. Boden started wailing from the stress of it all and then Levi, completely bewildered by the situation, joined in.
This wail-a-thon lasted over an hour, during which i attempted to call the Hubster 12 dozen times. I may have also hexed him for leaving me alone with the heathens. I questioned my parenting abilities and then decided I must have been smoking crack when I decided that kids were fun! and why not have a whole mess of them. This was the first time since Bo’s arrival that I questioned my ability to cope with it all. Then I cried.
It was quite a sight. Me crying and seething, Bo wailing, Levi freaking out and Tessa on planet insane. Mira was the only one not in tears but she made sure to do her part- she whined, incessantly, about the unfairness of the delay in getting her corn bread with butter and honey.
Eventually I was able to sooth everyone down. Tessa even went to bed early like I initially told her- heck she fell asleep before Mira went to bed. Punishment successful (you can’t ever let this kid win- never ever- she can smell weakness and capitalize on it). Boden fell asleep in my arms, softy sighing and I couldn’t help thinking I might like 10 or 20 more. Color me nuts. Which reminds me, when The Hubster gets home i owe him a swift kick to his….
July 11th, 2008 at 8:51 pm
oh how I can relate! I’d love to tell you to hang in there because it only gets better, but it really doesn’t.
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July 11th, 2008 at 8:55 pm
We all have days like that and it does gets better. Or I should say the whining and crying turns into smart mouths so maybe it just gets different. But they will soonbe more acceptable to reason than whining.
Sending you big fat Idaho hugs. And if need be, you can send some my way.
July 11th, 2008 at 9:00 pm
bwhahahahhahha Lisa
Melanie, Tessa is 4 and already tries to mouth off. I am so dreading the teen years. I may have to ship her to Idaho when she’s 15
July 11th, 2008 at 11:05 pm
I had a night from hell with my 2 this evening, so to come and read this was quite cathartic. Just when I think we’ve got our family groove back, we have one of these crazy-crying-meltdown-errific evenings and I remember how hard it was when they were younger. You are amazing, really.
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July 11th, 2008 at 11:57 pm
Promise you will show us a picture of your new ‘do when you feel better and the kids aren’t actively driving you insane? I was so scared when you said the “b” word, and I’m dying to see it. Are you happy with it?
I am thankful that somehow Mira stayed somewhat calm (albeit whiney) through it all. She has her fair share of freakouts, and I think that would have been the straw that broke the camel’s back. Oh, and what are the odds you could bolt out for a little breather by yourself? Sounds like after that you could use a moment.
July 12th, 2008 at 10:39 pm
I had to let my husband read this because you described PERFECTLY what goes on when he is not here.
I can so totally relate to every part of this story! Except my new one isn’t quite here yet. 
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July 13th, 2008 at 5:53 am
I wish I could be closer to help out!!! You need a babysiter and a good post natel massage my dear. *********BIG HUGS********* hang in there baby - it will get better.
any word on the rat stealer????
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July 14th, 2008 at 7:42 am
here’s a little something that might make your day a little brighter
http://threebeanz.blogspot.com/2008/07/unexpected.html
July 14th, 2008 at 12:24 pm
Wow … you are my new hero. And we must see bang-evidence soon
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July 14th, 2008 at 5:44 pm
Sweetie, you know I love you, but for the love of all that is holy shave those legs!
Just teasing. Sounds like a not-so-fun day with a house full of kids. I love kids. I really do. I especially love my kid. And I even love other people’s kids. But stuff like that would make me insane. I’d be huddled in the corner rocking back and forth and muttering.