Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Even super mom has epic parenting fails....

I finally managed no that long ago to make sense of the boys clothes. Without their dresses it was chaos in their room daily. Every article of clothing and bedding would be out and unfolded. I worked for a very long time sorting it and putting them all into nice baskets and hangers and such. As strange as it sounds it has been one of the few things that has really made me happy with how we are surviving in our teeny tiny little place.

And then... epic parenting fail.

I'm not sure what about today has put me in such a funk... maybe it's because Goob cried so much of the night that I didn't sleep well. Maybe it's that I had to get out of the shower half way through to help get my son off to school on time, maybe I'm just anxious from waiting to hear about about whether or not our offers been accepted on the house we want... whatever it is... I have been pretty funky all day.

The kids were napping... and by napping I mean that they were all really climbing onto Frog Prince's bed and throwing things into Goobs crib (don't worry it's all been soft stuff until today). I'm content to let this mostly happen uninterrupted because it means I get some quiet time. Things started to progress though to the point where I had to separate them into sleeping on blankets in the various bathrooms.

(I know, it sounds amazing, but I call it like I see it around here, and when they all share one room what's a mom to do.)

Anyway, when I go into their room to change Boys heinously stinky diaper I discover every piece of clothing that was in a tub or bin all over the room and they have been sitting in and throwing (even into the crib) the tubs around....We're talking the nice wooden and canvas ones... I was not happy. So I told Frog Prince that he would be redoing it all by himself with Sheepie and then would be sorting and folding much if the giant pile I have to do.  Next I go to Sheepie and where it all goes down hill.

I ask him why he did it and he becomes insistent that he didn't which is by his demeanour and out and out lie. So I tell him I can tell he's not being truthful and I repeat my question. Same answer..... basically repeat the pattern over and over but with the deathly fumes of Boys diaper and  Goob crying until I can't take it anymore. Sheepies's screaming and wailing and I'm pretty sure there was some gnashing of teeth involved in there, not to mention the full on body flops.  I tell him he's lying and that he needs his mouth washed out because of it.  Off to the bathroom we go. He's wailing, I'm all but yelling (remember I'm in a funk to start with) and then we do a dance while I try to shove the soup in his mouth.

Eventually he has served his time and is now laying on the floor as wounded looks as if I'd beaten him or something, and I leave to go change the diaper and calm the baby. In doing so I am able to calm down enough to go back and talk to him-- after about 10 minutes of his best impersonation of a funeral crier, he calmed down too.

So now, everyone is asleep and I, as I, shamelessly, inhale food that's not good for me, am left to realise that that is what people call and epic parenting fail....

At least there is always tomorrow.

8 comments:

Jon said...

Whew! that's all, just Whew!

Allison said...

We all have days like that... No worries, you said it best, there is always tomorrow... and when they are older they will not recall this day... even if you do...

Amber Jessica said...

*snugs*

Allanna said...

You're doing fine. Really.

Days like these are why the good Lord, in His infinite love and wisdom, created chocolate and ice cream.

Besides, putting the boys through this NOW will save them heartache and possible jail time LATER.
(At least that's what I say to myself to try and reassure myself after a particularly trying day. Just so I don't pull a "I wish the goblins would take you away ... right now!" :P)

Cherie said...

Hmmm....that sounds familiar because there was soap in our house too yesterday (and I am not talking about dishes or baths.) It was a case of the crappy Mom day.

Danna said...

You did good. On a good note.. Stinky diaper still on, which is good because its not on the wall and all over the bed. Somedays are all too funky.

Aubri said...

Okay, so it's been a week since you posted this... which means I've been sitting on this comment for a week. Doesn't make it any less valid, so here we go.

You are a better mom than SO many moms I know. Also, everybody has a bad day sometime.

Allanna and I were talking about you on the phone today. We had a conference, and it's been decided. You pwn like a heard of rainbow coloured pwnies. I'm not being facetious, I'm serious. I admire you so much for all that you do, and you do so much. You're amazing, and I don't want you to doubt it.

I love you, and adore you, and wish I lived nearer to you.

(also, the word verification is "worseris". I can just hear Yoda saying, "worser, it is" while I type it into the verification box. Goes to show you how nutty I am, and maybe you'll chuckle at the absurdity of Yoda using poor grammar... I know I did.)

Gwen said...

:)