I love my kids. I swear I do. When I think about something happening to them I tear up and feel clammy. When they get hurt my stomach lurches. When they feel rejected by others my heart literally seizes up and I want to shake that other child and remind them that my kids are cooler than they are. (Do you hear that, 10 year old neighborhood boys? My 5 year old daughter who wants to ride her My Little Pony bike - with training wheels of course - is cooler than you. Don't be jerks.) But I need an honest moment.
Dude, my kids suuuuuuck lately. T is full of these mannerisms and responses and everything else. His humor is out of this world. E is such a great reader, and so full of knowledge already. She's becoming quite the little lady. BUT. THE. WHINING. Oh, the whining.
"I want chocolate milk! No, not that chocolate miiiiiillllk! I want the special chocolate! Ew, you put too much special chocolate in. You haaaaaate me! [Insert cat-hiss here because a certain someone uses this to show her disapproval]"
"I want Fozen (not a typo). NOO! I want EJ Masks. NOOOO! I want Mickey! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I want Go Go Gabba! Mama NO! Go away Mama! I DON'T LIKE THAT!"
School starts Tuesday for the big kid but I think I may start researching boarding schools that start at age 2 1/2. Absence makes the heart grow fonder or some shit, right? I could definitely use a fonder heart.
This tired mama