Monday, April 30, 2012

Losing my mind.

Today is the very embodiment of what a Monday should be. It started with not one, but two boys (the older two, of course) getting up at 5:45 a.m. Wait...let me back up a bit. Maybe I should start with the round of insomnia by our sweet two and a half year old, which commenced somewhere between 3 and 4 a.m. He decided he wanted to play, and he cried and shouted it at the top of his lungs with incredible persistence. That led to my own round of insomnia, which was accentuated by a ridiculous number of bathroom trips, a very sore body, and violent kicking by the baby. Apparently Mike was also affected, as I'm pretty sure he took the iPad and left the room sometime before 4 a.m. I am not clear on when he returned.

THEN, at 5:45 a.m., Cody and Jamie decided it was day time, and got up to loudly make breakfast. Cereal. They turned on every light in the house and turned on their loudest voices, and if anyone out there knows Cody, his loud voice literally hurts the ears. Badly. Mike went out there and lectured them, I think, and then I went out and did the whisper yell. There were threats and very strong warnings, and I turned all the lights off. I told them after they ate they were to go back to their beds, leave the lights off and be quiet. Ha! Yeah, right.

I'm not sure what time Micah got up. It was before 7:30, but I'm not sure by how much. Now, I am dealing with grouchy boys...especially my oldest, who has already reduced me to tears, hence the reason I have retreated to my room for a temporary hiding session. I am hoping to regain at least a tiny portion of my sanity in here, though I still feel like exploding. My boys will NOT clean, and seem to refuse to obey me and I have had enough. The latest is that Cody will not clean up his toys in his room. Great. So he's on his way outside, just because that's what he feels like doing. Fine. He can go. While he is gone, I will be taking every last toy out of his room and it will be confiscated. I would even be looking forward to it, except that it means I have to sit on the floor, and as pathetic as this is, that means pain for me, and it also means I may never get up. Okay, it's not that bad. I can get up again, it's just awkward and terribly painful. Ridiculous, I know. But it will be worth it to take these toys into my own hands. I am so sick of the mess in this house. I am sick of the toys everywhere. On Saturday I had the hallway completely clear and vacuumed, along with the living room. A few short hours later, the whole place was booby-trapped and Mike even put his foot right through a clear plastic bin that was in the hallway that he didn't see. (It was getting dark and we had just tucked in the boys. Dark in the hall, anyway.) I just could not believe it. It's like cleaning is completely useless. On days like today, everything feels completely useless. I'm very angry with my oldest for his rotten attitude, though his sleep habits leave no doubt as to where the attitude is coming from. He is shouting and bossing everyone around, including me, and I am just so worn out.

Oops. This is turning into a bit of a vent. I am sure I sound like a pathetic parent. I feel like one too. The truth is, our boys get plenty of consequences for their bad choices and attitudes, but it just doesn't seem to do anything. Once again I find myself wondering whether the Supernanny could help. It sounds like they just all left the building. I have to come out of hiding now to make sure everyone is okay, and to make lunch, which they probably won't eat, because every day I make food for them and Jamie eats about three bites, says he is done and then is a bag all day from being grouchy because he is so hungry. I don't even want to enter the kitchen because when they took the brown sugar this morning (yes, they did), they spilled it all over the floor, which is now terribly sticky, and is also covered in bread crusts, and was covered in banana peels too before I forced Cody to pick them all up, so the floor is so grungy, I don't want to go in there.

Oh dear. This is like a vent of epic proportions. It's like I can't stop! There is more and more and more and it just keeps coming out! I have to sign off now before it gets worse. Don't worry. This is what Mondays are supposed to be. I'm sure Tuesday will be better. At least the sun is shining today and the weather is supposed to be pleasantly warm. That will help, right? I'm off to make lunch.

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