OMFG it’s only three weeks until I can no longer use Santa to get my kids to behave well.
What the hell am I going to do on December 26?
At the moment it’s like my three offspring are permanently ignoring me, talking back or doing things they shouldn’t be.
I blamed the full moon for a few days but people are starting to look at me strange when I say it now, 4 days after it has passed.
I can cut my 14-month-age some slack because he doesn’t know it’s not cool to shit in the bath, like he did last night – man I’m glad the Husband has that gig.
However the older two and constantly pushing the boundaries, no that’s not true, they’ve escaped the boundary fence, pulled down their pants and are mooning me, that’s how far they’re pushing boundaries at the moment.
It’s got to the stage where I feel like I have the worst behaved children in the world and that I’m a dud of a mum.
Before I had kids I used to think it would be easy to get them to do what I wanted, but they have minds of their owns, damn it!
I suppose it’s a good thing, but it can make disciplining them quite tricky.
I’m quite tough on my kids and so I’m frustrated at the moment because it seems I open my mouth and they only hear – blah blah blah blah blah.
Having three kids also means there is only one of me to go around, so they can get into a lot more mischief without me knowing.
Especially when I’m tending to the youngest, No.1 always uses this opportunity to play up – see below.
(this is No.1 and No.2 running along an ENTIRE roll of double length handy towels – yes I buy double lengths of this AND toilet paper cos I’m kinda frugal)
When asked why she did it, she told me it was because she thought it would be fun!!
Well I think it would be fun to spend to a week in Fiji by myself sipping pina coladas in the pool but I can’t just do it.
This is what I’m battling at the moment.
I’m also incredibly touchy about it – so if that woman in the chemist dares to stare at me again I’ll probably bite her head off.
In fact I’ll probably give the evil shit eye to anyone who even looks at me with that ‘you’re a shit mother’ expression.
Come spend a day as me then you can make an informed decision on whether I’m as bad as the Octomum.
On a positive note, the Husband and I have found some new strategies to keep the little shitheads in line, locking them in their wardrobe.
Just kidding, there wardrobes are way too small, we put them in our walk-in, much more space in that! 🙂