When You’re A Punching Bag For The Kids…
Ah Parenting. So rewarding…….
This morning was one of those mornings I could do or say nothing right. Nothing.
They woke up around 7am and took down every single toy they possess and played a game for over an hour before I went anywhere near them.
I said Good Morning and told them it was time to go climb Mount Everest…. Sorry, to go downstairs for breakfast, that’s what it was….. but I may aswel have said the Mount Everest thing.
Que incessant whining.
“You ALWAYS ruin our game.”
“You NEVER give us time to play with our toys.”
“It’s SO unfair.”
“I HATE School.”
I told them I don’t control the time and they had a whole hour of play but it’s time to get ready.
“You ALWAYS say that Mammy. It’s SO annoying.”
Off they went on the cruel journey to the kitchen to eat. Poor sods.
They ate a cereal each and 4 slices of toast (total stalling tactics) before I told them to go get dressed.
The eldest decided to push some buttons.
“Can I have some toast?”
“You just had toast.”
“Can I have some more?”
“No You’ve had 4 slices!”
“Well then can I have another cereal?”
“GO GET DRESSED!”
“You NEVER let me eat!”
Oh. My God.
They went up and endured the torturous hell that seemingly is putting clothes on, while giving me a running commentary on how stupid school is.
We went through the fun process that is finding your kids shoes, they put on their coats and got their bags with the heaviest of sighs and off we went.
On the way I was randomly told off about my parenting skills. Apparently the 6 year old will NEVER “force” his children to eat horrible things like carrots and will let them eat chicken nuggets every day. The 8 year old informed me he will take his children to McDonalds at LEAST once a week.. because, you know, we’re terrible parents for not doing that.
I kissed them goodbye and stood with my 37 week pregnant bump, getting battered by a wind that would make your eyes water, while they happily played with their friends in their lines.
They sauntered in to school all happy and cheery and smiley for their teacher and friends without so much as a glance in my direction.
I waddled home and had a cup of tea before going upstairs to pick up boxers off the floor and do fun things like wipe their pee off the toilet seat.
Parenting. So rewarding.
Bring on the wine again.. 😉