I am only listing 10 right now. I am leaving the door open for more, because there are more, many, many, many, more!
10) I will put on Paw Patrol for the 100th time today to act as a babysitter. It is the only way I am able to get 20 minutes to do anything.
9) When I hear my almost 3 year old yelling/crying for me from across the house, I often yell back “Mommy went out, go see daddy!”
8) I swear, and I say Fuck, a lot! I try not to, but it just flies sometimes. Yes Travis has caught on. He knows the word and can use it in the right context. So proud — #parentfail
7) The boys want, well really they say “neeeeeeeeddddd” and Oreo at 6am. I cave and give them one. I’m thinking please just eat this and be quiet. Some battles are lost and that is okay as long as the war is won!
Boys 1 – Mommy 0
6) Travis gets Melatonin before bed. This is a new #badmom thing, I started this just this past week. Yes that is right, I drug my kid so he will go to sleep with no battles. If you are interested in drugging your child too here is a great link to read up on: http://seattlemamadoc.seattlechildrens.org/using-melatonin-to-help-children-fall-asleep/
Boys 1- Mommy 1
5) I get excited for Mondays. Yup that’s right, after long crazy ass weekends, I look forward to going back to work. I will admit I hate seeing them cry and hearing them they say they do not want me to go to work. They tell me they want to stay with me all day and play, and go bye-bye, and go to the jump place… It gets to me for sure, but see you later — adios amigos!
4) I lose my patience. I don’t want to, and I try not to, but sometimes the whining and crying and all of the “I wants” wear me down. I am working on that.
3) The boys have been in their car seats forward facing since their first birthdays. I understand why rear facing is safer, however I want to be able to see them, and also be able to hand them something if it prevents a meltdown.
2) I don’t hover or run to my kids when they fall. Obviously depending on the fall, is how quick my response time is to them. Sometimes there is no response. They can learn that falling (in every sense) is okay, you just need to learn how to get back up and brush yourself off. Now if there is blood or possible concussion, well then that prompts a speedier response.
1) I yell sometimes, I yell at them. Some days I hardly yell and others I look around and decide to close all of my windows, in hopes the neighbors can’t hear me. Little boys (I only say boys because I don’t have a little girl, which I have been told are much worse than boys. So bless all of you moms to girls) are rambunctious, full of energy, play rough, and don’t listen. I am constantly yelling at Travis to be nice to his brother. Poor Christopher will be walking around and BOOM out of nowhere he is close lined by Travis. Damn it, I get so mad. I yell at Travis when he is using the tub as a Slip & Slide and gets bath water everywhere. I feel like I am always yelling, again something I’m working on. I am a big, huge, work in progress!