GuessI’llJustKeepRedecoratingMaslow’sBasement

Hi, my name is Mindy, and I have yelled at my children 1368761364367 times already today. I’m actually hoarse. Happy nine o’clock.

Dylan lost SIX engines to the top of my dresser for scaring his sister (he goes right up to her and screams “RAAAH! RAAH! RAAH!” So annoying.) and taking off with her shoe. “Get back here with that!” “But it’s my bucket!”

Logan was distraught at the thought of my showering before he was all dressed and ready for breakfast. He stood with his cheek to my belly (camisole pulled up a little so he could feel my skin) and patted me and kissed my tummy, patted and kissed, patted and kissed, patted and kissed… It’s a ritual. If he’s like that now, how will he be this time next week??

Daphne was so upset at how mad I got at Dylan that she went to my desk, opened the drawer, and pulled out a card that had been in my wallet. “You’re not gettting this back until tonight!”

Good Christ, I’m tired.

You know, this place isn’t so bad. A little paint, a throw rug, open some windows. It could be worse.

redlined

Comments

The Sean Connery The Sean Connery said on...
02.09.05 at 07:43 AM |

At least the basement isn’t flooded, and the foundation isn’t cracking, and isn’t in legal dispute with a Contractor, or having serious mold issues that the EPA is investigating… *cough*

You know, I have a basement you could use…but I’d have to move some toys and a big bouncy thing.

Ben Ben said on...
02.09.05 at 08:32 AM |

I could see four, maybe five engines, but SIX?

The boy’s in trouble now.

mindy mindy said on...
02.09.05 at 08:38 AM |

Oh, you have no idea. The thing is, he gets mad when you take a train away, but if you verbally rebuke him or—yes I have don eit—spank him, he just laughs and laughs. And my blood pressure just rises and rises. He just doesn’t care!

jilbur jilbur said on...
02.09.05 at 09:05 AM |

I’m glad to see that you’re sticking with the ‘grounding the trains’ punishment. I think it’s definitely a good way to go. Sweetie, please don’t torment yourself anticipating how they’re going to do with the news—first of all, anticipating won’t make it easier on you or anybody; and second, really there’s no predicting how it’s going to go, and it’s very possible that the reality won’t be as bad as your imagination paints it. xoxoxoxoxoxoxox

VenturaMom VenturaMom said on...
02.09.05 at 09:29 AM |

Is it a freakin’ full moon or something because I SWEAR my kid has baby PMS too! Word is theory - My theory is they are all aliens.

zeno zeno said on...
02.09.05 at 10:05 AM |

The pyramid of needs is a load of honk because as soon as you become self actualised you need therapy… what’s with that?

Jenny Jenny said on...
02.09.05 at 10:37 AM |

Sometimes the only way to win with kids is to go bizarre on them.  (My three yahoos are all home sick, and I’ve got it too, or I would come down there and sort y’all out.)

Just this morning, I have launched a major tickle offensive, sang several songs with the word ‘poop’ in them, done several strange dances, made the kids take two showers and have served lunch under the kitchen table.  In my least shining moment of the day, I used the kitchen faucet to squirt my son when he was tattling.  And THEN, I gave him a squirt bottle and rag and had him clean the kitchen floor, which he was TOTALLY DOWN WITH.

They seem stunned by the weirdness.  It’s low-rent shock therapy, eh?

mindy mindy said on...
02.09.05 at 11:55 AM |

Jenny, I love you. I would trade you kids anyday, or just leave mine with you. I know they’d be safe and happy. *takes toke*

By the time I had them in the car this morning I was all monosyllabic. “Seatbelts! Now! Shredder!”

Gail (JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) said on...
02.09.05 at 02:01 PM |

You know, Mindy, they may be acting up because they sense something is going on and are trying to get your attention on to them instead of what’s bothering you.

No, probably not.  %-P

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