There are days and there are DAYS

And today was a DAY. I sort of lovingly refer to my children as monsters, and they can be. They’re very spirited and active and it’s often a huge ordeal to manage all three of them at once. But overall, they’re all good hearted kids who, aside from being a handful, are generally a joy.

But man, when they decide to be terrors? They excel. Last night, my five year old threw a tantrum that was magnificent to behold. Seriously I watched in awe before I walked over him, repeated that he had to go to bed and left the room. Kicking of things, pounding the floor, wailing and crying so hard he got that hiccuping thing. Still, he did go to bed early, even if I was the meanest mom ever and yesterday was the worst day of his whole life.

My two year old has gone from a good natured sweetie pie to an absolute tyrant. My oldest had the terrible threes and my middle had a pretty severe terrible two stage but she takes the cake. Today she started off by getting into the sealed art supply container and grabbing markers. When I discovered her, I knew it was bad because she ran to me, burst into tears and threw the markers at me. She was covered in ink and it was all over her shirt as well. I tossed her in the tub and when I brought her back downstairs, caught a view of my couch. My sage green couch with multi colored marker ink.

I spray and washed them (I should have stock) and magic erasered the walls I found she’d also hit (again with the stock), made lunch for her and my five year old and put her down for a nap.

Rested, she wakes up raring to continue her path of terror through my day. This time, I’m around the corner and I hear the oddest sound and smell chocolate. My youngest child has broken into the pantry and retrieved the can of mommy’s nice gourmet chocolate drinking powder and it’s all over my living room. And in case you didn’t know this, chocolate powder is sticky. It took me forty five minutes to wipe up the toys that could be saved, throw away the ones that couldn’t and vacuum. I sliced my arm open on the vacuum too. Because today has just been that special.

Another tantrum at dinner because she wanted apple juice instead of milk and then the second round because she wants the milk I’ve left on the table just out of her reach. She’s been merciless with my 5 year old today, taking things from him, getting in his face, trying to brain him with her My Little Pony.

And I’m trying to edit. Now, it takes a special kind of patience to edit and I have none left. Still, it needs to be done so I’m trying to do it around eight thousand interruptions, full on brawls and lots of screams and crying.

It’s been a loooooooong day.

3 comments to “There are days and there are DAYS”

  1. Christine
    January 25th, 2007 at 6:56 am · Link

    I remember those days and still relive them w/ my 5year old at times and w/ the 14 year old it’s just different times of drama and chaos. Just think tomorrow is a new day. 🙂

  2. Mechele Armstrong aka Lany of Melany Logen
    January 25th, 2007 at 12:18 pm · Link

    I so feel your pain. I remember the days of the terrible terrible twos (and threes). I have a 5 and 7 year old and the challenges change. But I’m so glad I shouldn’t have to worry about desitin in hair *blinks*. Yes, I said desitin in hair. The youngest did it to herself when she was two and to add insult to injury, did it to her sister too. It takes vinegar to get it out…

    Lany of Melany Logen and Mechele Armstrong

  3. Lori
    January 25th, 2007 at 10:08 pm · Link

    Sooo been there done that. You have my deepest sympathies. My youngest discovered his first bad word and decided to magic marker it everywhere. Only his magic marker was a Sharpee. 😯 Ouch. We had SHIT written all over the walls forever. Because 4 year olds only know how to write in all capital letters. Guess who got her house painted? 😆

    It never does get better… only different. Your drama queens forever stay drama queens.