Can I ask why no one tells you the truth about how hard it is to be a parent? I mean seriously tells you about the hard times... the times when your kids transform you into a raving lunatic, a creature scarier then Freddy Kreuger in Nightmare on Elm St... "sigh" OK fine... I am exaggerating, no one is as scary as Freddy. Although I would love to sit here and tell you that I am the spitting image of June Cleaver and Martha Stuart all rolled into one, I would be lying. (lying just like so many "friends" Ryan and I have who love to parade around boasting about how perfect their children are... even though we along with everyone else know the truth)
I find there is one point in the day when my scary beast comes out most frequently... mornings before school. I can not tell you how mad it makes me when the beast comes out before I send the kids off to school in the morning. I inevitably end up yelling at the boys which only makes them and myself feel like crap. No one wants to start their day off on a bad note and when the beast comes out that's what happens. I am not sure why these awful mornings happen in our house. I pretty much do mostly everything for the boys except for a few little things that they have to take care of...
Get out of bed (they have no problem getting out of bed at the butt crack of dawn on the weekends soooo... whats the problem? hhhmmm)
Eat breakfast (ok I will admit there have been a couple times when I have not cooked anything and asked them to get themselves a pop tart or cereal... ok pouring cereal is not rocket science my 3 yr old can do it!)
Get dressed (listen if it was socially acceptable to just walk around in your underwear then I would say, have at it. Sorry I did not make up the rules on this one)
brush teeth (well judging by the dental bills... they only pretend to do this step anyways so it should not be that hard)
pack backpack (I pack the lunch they put it in the backpack. ~tricky?!?)
Before I go any farther let me tell you that this past week Owen came home with his Kindergarten progress report... he is excelling academically, above where he should be or right where he should be in every area. Cooper came home with not only an all A report card but his results from his Meap testing, he scored advanced in both areas. These are NOT stupid kids! So why do they have so much trouble with the most basic of tasks some mornings? I will not pretend that I understand what the issue is, what I will tell you is that it annoys me! Every morning I tell myself I am not going to yell at the boys about getting ready I am going to be kind and encouraging... some mornings just fall into place and all is good. For those mornings where my kids just do nothing but drag their feet... let the yelling and sarcasm begin. Hurry up!, OMG you are killing me here, move it, OMG you are slower then molasses in January, would you get the led out, toooday junior, you boys take longer then any girls I know, that's it I am leaving without you! It is not a pretty picture! In the end they end up feeling bad and I end up feeling bad for making them feel bad. To top it off on these days we are usually running so late that the kids have to sneak past the tardy Nazi's to get to class... an act my kids are now proficient in. I was extremely happy to see that Coop. only had one tarty on his report card. That is quite impressive for the amount of days this past marking period snuck in late.
Today was one of those days and although the beast inside of me temporarily took over my mouth and let a snide, not so nice comment come out of my mouth, I did not yell. Not once did I raise my voice. The problem I found though was without yelling at my little Owen just would not get his ass in gear and I was annoyed. Although I did not yell, he could sense my frustration and therefore he got flustered making getting ready that much harder for him and frustrating for me. In the end Owen got to school so late that the tardy Nazi's had already moved on to something else and I had to sign him in over 15min after the bell had rung. Poor kid did not like being that late either, I watched him from down the hall way standing at the entrance of his class room just peering in. For over a min. he just stood there I think he was afraid to walk in and I felt bad for him. More so then if I had yelled at him to get his butt moving.
Being a parent is hard and it is filled with ups and downs daily. All I or any other parent including the ones who think they are perfect can hope and pray for is that we do not screw our kids up! I do find comfort in knowing though that my parents were not perfect and they made tons of mistakes but I turned out ok.
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