This quote is from my childhood favorite movie and book "Anne of Green Gables" and today it rang true. Today started my 1 week quest to stop yelling and I blew it.
The day started out great... I was calm, patient, collected. Well around 10 am while I was putting Olivia down for a nap, I hear CRASH! I sprint towards the noise because I'm sure Eli's hurt.. but no, he's broke the drawer out of my refrigerator and glass bottles of chopped garlic and ground mustard are all over my kitchen hardwoods. Lovely! I take a deep breath, and whisper.... he goes to time out (he definitely knows he's not suppose to be in the refrigerator.. we have this conversation several times a day). My yell meter is tested yet again around an hour later when he goes to Olivia's room to wake her up from her nap. I'm fast- I pull him out of her room, take him to the hall and explain that he is not to wake up baby sissy from her nap in a firm voice. Even during nap time today (one of my main triggers) I did not yell "GO TO SLEEP" as he fought sleep for an hour. The epic fail happened around 5 pm as I was loading up the kids to go to Nana's house to swim. I ran inside to grab some last minute miscellaneous item and when I come out, Eli had let Sampson in my car. He said, "Sampson wants to go see his brother, Si." As I looked over, Sampson was sitting in my passanger seat, all over my clothes, mail, and important papers, devouring a pack of graham crackers I had for Olivia. My meter had reached the top and I yelled, "EEELLLLIII!"
Well I'm starting back at day zero but as I said earlier, "tomorrow is a new day, with no mistakes in it.... yet!"
I swear I didn't laugh through this entire thing... ;)
ReplyDeleteI tried it today. Then Ava peed in her pants (on purpose). I almost broke my neck on a whole fleet of matchbox cars. I was walking into my bathroom and BAM ran right into Ava's stool...from her room...that she placed in the shadows of the doorway. The other night Ava had a screaming fest at bedtime. I went in to lay her back down and she kicked me right in my c-section scar...which has never bothered me before, but she must have hit a nerve. I tried to pick her up to put her into time out as she was flailing and screaming. Somehow she hung on to my pants while I tried to set her down, which sent her catapulting across the room like super-woman. I don't even know how to describe it. Of course Mark walked in at that moment and thought I had deliberately thrown her through the air (5 inches from the floor). I think he understood when he saw her "fit of rage"...she's done it to him before too. Part of her superpowers, I guess. Whispering did not cut it. ;)
haha. I definitely lol at this! Ohhh my... Ava and Eli could be twins! Sorry for your rough day but I'm glad I am not alone :)
DeleteLet's say Ava, Eli, and Ava B. could be triplets... Oh girls... I run for a reason! :)
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