30 fingers&toes

"Are they triplets?" "No, I found the other one in the parking lot and thought, 'why not?'"

The weekend is here and I’m ready for it!

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Sorry *I* but you are taking over starting tomorrow.  I’m so ready for a break.  I don’t know how I’ve managed to hold on to my sanity for this long!  It’s late but I’m enjoying the silence and being alone so much that I can’t bring myself to go to bed.  FYI I’ll be checking into an unknown hotel somewhere in Ontario and I’ll be back on Sunday(maybe).  Ha!  I wish. 

This week has been torture.  Another blog writer that I follow had written about her kids starting their own “Fight Club”.  You all remember the movie with Brad Pitt and Edward Norton.  “Welcome to Fight Club, the first rule of Fight Club is: You do not talk about Fight Club.”, that movie…well toddlers must be starting up clubs all over because my crew has started up their own.  I’ve been dealing with hitting and screaming and biting.  I’m just waiting for some brass knuckles to make an appearance in these living room brawls.  Isabelle is a fan of hitting and kicking.  Madeline has started with the biting and it’s starting to drive me nuts.  She’s left some serious marks on Aidan and Isabelle.  And of course this is teaching the other two to retaliate in the same manner.  Aidan is big on smacking anyone right in the face and he’s also bitten Maddy a few times too.  He’s really good with weapons, anything he can find to hold on to he will hit you with.  He stabbed *I* with a spork the other day.  Thank goodness it was made out of plastic and has rounded tips.  I don’t think he meant to do it really, it just sort of happened. 

Regardless, there is way too much of this going on in my house.

Why has no one figured out how to have instructions come with children?  As a parent I feel like I’m losing the battle and and I’m losing quickly.  I don’t know how to stop this and I’m frustrated.  I don’t like spanking or hitting my children because I don’t feel it teaches them anything.  How is spanking them any better than them biting each other?  Time outs?  Seriously, does a 1 year old understand a time out?  I’ve tried to start some time outs with Isabelle.  And while she sort of gets them it’s not quite teaching her anything yet. 

They have toys to play with but they always want what the other has.  And while they can play nicely on their own, all of a sudden one of them realizes that they are all playing nicely and has to go over and ruin it.  I do let them try to sort things out themselves at times, but obviously I can’t do this all the time.  The twins can play well alone.  Isabelle plays alright on her own but wants someone to play with so long as she can have the toy or be in charge of whatever it is that is going on.  I think too that Isabelle would like to be doing more one on one things with me, however now that there is only 1 nap a day for all three kids which is at the same time, there is no option for one on one time until the twins go to bed.  And it’s hard for Isabelle to understand that we just can’t do certain things until they are asleep.

The other set back this week was the weather!!!  It was far too hot to have the kids outside for any great length of time.  We usually spend from 9am until 11:30 outside.  But the heat was just too much for the twins and even for Isabelle.  Then it rains.  Come on mother nature, I need a break here!!!  The kids have been at each other all week and it really is because we haven’t been able to go out much at all.  We took them to the grocery store the other day just to go and do something out of the house with them.  But by the end of it they are always ready to go home so that they aren’t confined to the carts or car seats.

I love them dearly, but this chaos has got to end.  Someone is always in tears, I’m always being asked to kiss some body part better, wiping away tears, being a ref because someone stole someone else’s toy, applying the boo boo pack (ice pack) to a boo boo, putting an entire box of Kleenex back into the box it was plucked out of one by one, or wipes back into the wipes container, toys go from the living room to the kitchen and dining room and back to the living room via me kicking them there, reminding someone that pulling on a dog’s tail is a no no, as is playing in the dogs water, constantly reminding them not to play in the garbage can, leave mommy’s purse alone, do not eat the crayon, where did you find a crayon, do not touch the buttons on the fan, do not stick your fingers into the fan, do no poke the dog in the eye, do not throw your sippy cup at (insert child’s name), get down off the tv unit, do not touch the tv, do not climb on the back of the couch, my laptop is not for children, share the toys, do no throw blocks, we don’t eat mr. potato head parts, do not set the van alarm off again or it’s a time out, do not unlock the sliding door and let your siblings out onto the deck, put the contents of mommy’s kitchen drawers back into her drawers(mine were designed in such a way that I cannot kid proof them, otherwise yes, I would not have this problem), picking Aidan up off the floor because Isabelle or Maddy stole the walking toy he was using, etc…..  It’s constant.  I swear this is my whole day when we can’t go outside even just for 20 minutes.

Don’t take this post the wrong way, I love my kids and every day I’m reminded of how blessed I am to have such wonderful children.  I am a better person with them in my life.  I just need a break.  And what’s silly is that even if I had a break, you know all I would think about is what are the kids doing?  Are they okay?  Do they miss me?  Do they need something?  Guess that’s all part of being a Mommy.  I guess I should write my own instructions manual for my kids.  Give my kids, cheese, goldfish, grapes, milk and or juice, fruit to go’s, roni’s (macaroni and cheese), put on an episode of Dora or Yo Gabba Gabba and my kids will do whatever you want!

This little hard bit is almost over and then the next hard bit will start.  Ha.  It’s never ending.  Thank goodness for all the little good parts in between that help us forget the hard parts.

Well I suppose I should work on convincing myself to go to bed to recharge my patience level because I know I’m going to need it.  For Christmas just give me a black and white shirt with REF on the back and a nice loud whistle!  Sweet dreams.

Author: 30fingersandtoes

Parenting and adulting is hard. There is no manual. No volume control. No self cleaning house and self refilling fridge. This is my story of navigating through the ups and downs of our crazy-wonderful life.

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