This morning at 5:30 after Little Dude climbed out of his playpen for the twenty-fourth time of the night, I got back in bed and mentally composed a bitterly humorous (if not very original) post about how I wanted to sell my children.
At 7:30 I gave up on the idea of going back to sleep and sat down at my computer to work. One of the first web pages I came across in the course of my work was a news article about a woman who was being tried for the murder of her daughter. Among the evidence against her were journal entries she'd written complaining about how parenting is stressful and sometimes she wished she could be free of her children. Now granted in this case there was also DNA evidence pinning her to the horrible crime, but I decided not to write that post I'd been planning anyway.
I will admit, though, that my children have been causing me a lot of stress over the past few days. For several months I've been looking forward to this month-long vacation, but now a week into it I'm ready to be in my own home. I'm enjoying spending the time with family and friends in Utah, and even last week I was thinking about how so long as I have my computer I feel like I'm at home (and I'm taking my computer everywhere I go because I need it for my job), but the problem is that the kids aren't so easily adaptable. They're stressed out by all this moving around and the interruption of their routine, and I don't deal well with stressed out children. I get grumpy and yell at them to stop screaming.
We spent last week with my sister, which was nice except for her Stairs of Death, and now we'll be at my mom's for three weeks. There's not quite as much space here, but I'm hoping we'll be able to get into some kind of routine and some sense of normalcy, before we rip them back out of that routine and take them to Grandma and Grandpa's in Vegas for a week and then our new home in Davis.
I'd like to have happy, calm children, but I'll settle for a good night's sleep and Little Dude staying in his bed.
An hour and ten escapes into tonight, I don't have much hope of that happening.
I'll trade you your two children for one of my dogs. Of course, the dog is my choice, because I'd be more than happy to give up the one that had us getting out of bed four times last night to clean up her diarrhea because she hasn't quite figured out how to tell us that she needs to go outside. Right now.
ReplyDeleteAs I see it, right now, this is your best offer. :)
Um, I think I'll hold out for a better offer. Thanks anyway.
ReplyDeleteToo bad. You really ought to have taken the offer, considering that the dog slept through the entire night with no incidents.
ReplyDeleteMy objection wasn't so much the waking up or even the diarrhea so much as the dog. I despise them and everything they represent.
ReplyDeleteHow can you despise dogs?! They just love everybody!
ReplyDeleteThat's why I hate them. I don't trust people with such poor judgment.
ReplyDeleteMine don't have such poor judgment. In fact, mine just scared away the JWs, saving me the trouble.
ReplyDeleteGet them to scare away telemarketers and I'm sold.
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