Oh God....every morning, my neighbor's son (about 4 or 5 years old) bawls his puke out. Every single morning, I have no reason why. Cranky, maybe.
I am not complaining, of course, because I have been through the shite myself. Listening to him bawling in the house, making his way out of the house, to the lift and downstairs, it reminds me, every single morning, about how far I've come. How lucky I am now.
Oh, sure. My kids wake up cranky too but at least they can tell me why. Like, 'My underwear's too tight my **** are hurting' or 'My eyes are itchy and I wanna poke them out'.
And kids at 8 and 10 don't bawl the way 4 year olds do. The 4 year olds have this uncanny and unbelievable ability to bawl and bawl and bawl and bawl and bawl endlessly, with long breaths, just aiming to get your nerves up in a knot or something.
If you are a mom or dad, this sounds familiar, eh? When you try to get them to take a shower, change their clothes, eat their food or wear their shoes....they bawl. I figured that it is a boy thing, you have a boy and your life is over. You have two boys and your life is a living nightmare. More than that....somewhere along the way, you turn into a demented woman/man.
In the shopping mall some time ago, I found myself getting really annoyed with two boys playing with the clothes rack while their mother is looking at some clothes (for them). They tore through the shelves, making helluva ruckus and the mom is looking on helplessly, trying to pick the right clothing without screaming at her kids.
My heart went out to her because....well, as you know, I have two boys. When you have two of them together like that and they are bored outta their skull, they naturally turn into monsters.
And then other people (with daughters and without kids) look at you as if you are the baddest mother on the planet and that you are not doing anything to help your kids behave better. They label you as 'USELESS'.
Sigh...talk to me again when you have boys in your family and then we will be shaking our heads about the same thing.
Oh, make no mistake about this but....I LOVE MY BOYS TO BITS but sometimes....I just wanna tie them down to a bed and place a big piece of cellophane tape over their mouths and blindfold them.
But I still love them. God, does this even make sense? :-)
I am not complaining, of course, because I have been through the shite myself. Listening to him bawling in the house, making his way out of the house, to the lift and downstairs, it reminds me, every single morning, about how far I've come. How lucky I am now.
Oh, sure. My kids wake up cranky too but at least they can tell me why. Like, 'My underwear's too tight my **** are hurting' or 'My eyes are itchy and I wanna poke them out'.
And kids at 8 and 10 don't bawl the way 4 year olds do. The 4 year olds have this uncanny and unbelievable ability to bawl and bawl and bawl and bawl and bawl endlessly, with long breaths, just aiming to get your nerves up in a knot or something.
If you are a mom or dad, this sounds familiar, eh? When you try to get them to take a shower, change their clothes, eat their food or wear their shoes....they bawl. I figured that it is a boy thing, you have a boy and your life is over. You have two boys and your life is a living nightmare. More than that....somewhere along the way, you turn into a demented woman/man.
In the shopping mall some time ago, I found myself getting really annoyed with two boys playing with the clothes rack while their mother is looking at some clothes (for them). They tore through the shelves, making helluva ruckus and the mom is looking on helplessly, trying to pick the right clothing without screaming at her kids.
My heart went out to her because....well, as you know, I have two boys. When you have two of them together like that and they are bored outta their skull, they naturally turn into monsters.
And then other people (with daughters and without kids) look at you as if you are the baddest mother on the planet and that you are not doing anything to help your kids behave better. They label you as 'USELESS'.
Sigh...talk to me again when you have boys in your family and then we will be shaking our heads about the same thing.
Oh, make no mistake about this but....I LOVE MY BOYS TO BITS but sometimes....I just wanna tie them down to a bed and place a big piece of cellophane tape over their mouths and blindfold them.
But I still love them. God, does this even make sense? :-)
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Totally want to do what you mentioned but since there are laws in this country, I repeat what others tell me, "They grow up so fast - you'll look back at this and laugh. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh. Laugh."