I do yell.
Well. I mean. Hardly ever. Of course. I can count the number of times I have yelled on one hand, one genetically modified 50 thousand fingered hand! Just
And instead of taking the opportunity to parent by example, (having already missed the early opportunity) which is what I am really trying to work on these days. (Those days, as this random yelling did happen last year and all!) I just disregarded the opportunity and said, well Shayla if there wasn't constant fighting and crying and whinning and pooping in ones pants I wouldn't even be needing you to tell me to take a deep breath right now. If that isn't an A+ in parenting then I don't know what is!
Then I took an audible deep breath and left the room. This Momma needed a time out. Next time I just won't take it in the lingering poop smelling bathroom. Cause that's just somewhere you don't want to sit at the best of times. And this wasn't the best of times. I had just changed 5 diapers poopy diapers within a 2 hr stretch with the last one being Tristan's. And before I actually got Tristan's changed we had to endure a lovely, almost, 3 year old fit with a poop in the pants, wafting those vomit inducing oders everywhere. Now, with the dayhome I am used to changing a lot of diapers, but it was just one of those tantrum filled mornings where anything else on top of all the crying just seems like too much. Swore I would never bribe or threaten one of my kids to use the toilet but if that boy don't start pooping on the pot soon it might just come to that!
Isn't that just the way with parenting, you have all these ideals and all these judgements until you have a kid or 4 and then you get it. You get why that Mom with the spoiled brat having a temper tantrum in Safeway broke down and gave him the candy bar. No, she wasn't just doing a crap job. She had just been a Mom for 24 hours a day, 7 days a week for the last 5 years and at that moment she just didn't have the time or energy to parent perfectly. Judgy bystanders move on. (The biggest judgy bystander being my pre-Mom self!)
So, anyhow, the secret to parenting perfectly, we are almost there.
The other day Shayla and Tristan were out playing house so wonderfully together in the rhubarb plants. (See Clayton that was the reason I grew so many and never pick any... for the hours of happy playtime we can all enjoy.) So I left them playing while I gave Mya and Jax a bath. Separately. Which seldom happens at our house. It was so nice to have some one on one time with each of them. They were both so cute and smiley and it just made me think how adorable they are and how I wish I could enjoy this more. And I suppose I could just try and make time. But really, can you really? At some point people have to eat, laundry has to be done, food has to be shopped for, sick kids have to be taken to the doctors, you get it.
So here's the secret to perfect parenting:
Hire someone to do all the other crap, so you can just take the time to enjoy your kids.
Why the blabby start and the quick finish?
Started writing this on nap time, wrote the middle part with kids awake and fussy, then just had to take a break and change my 6th poopy diaper, the 2nd stinky 3 year old poop, of the day. Time to stop doing this and start enjoying my kids, right?
That or lock myself in the bedroom and down a bottle of whiskey.
And I don't even like whiskey!
Talk to you all in a year or two, when I am hopefully less ranty! ;)