OK. Here it is. I am not perfect. I know at least several of you are shocked. I do know you will get through it... with time! HA
In the past, there have been comments that are so complimentary of my "mothering" that I have been left feeling guilty! So here it is... I am starting off the new year with the main confession of my mothering short coming... I get highly irritated with my children... I mean highly. Whew. There it is. You now know I am far from perfect... the pressure is gone!
I get HIGHLY irritated when Abby starts arguing with me 3 minutes after being awake. I get HIGHLY irritated when she is still arguing with me on the way to school 50 minutes later. I get way HIGHLY irritated when she continues arguing with me 1 minutes after getting back in the car after school. It goes something like this:
6:30 a.m. Me- "Good Morning Precious One"
Abby- "I am NOT precious!"
6:35 a.m. Me- "You need to wear pants today, it's cold outside."
Abby- "I don't want to wear pants and it's not cold."
6:45 a.m. Me- "Here is your breakfast, sit down and eat."
Abby- "I don't want breakfast." "I want to buy my lunch today."
Me- "You are taking your lunch today."
Abby-" Why do I have to take my lunch? I don't want to take my lunch."
Me- "You take your lunch so you have good food to eat."
Abby- "I don't want to eat."
Get the picture? And this is EVERY DAY!
Now onto the other little one... Marc Parker. I get HIGHLY irritated that he SCREAMS ALL THE TIME! WORDS MUST START COMING SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He screams when Abby says "Good Night" to him. He screams when Abby looks at him. He screams when Abby touches him. He screams when he doesn't get the food he wants. He screams when he wakes from a nap. He screams. It's like nails on a chalk board to my soul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So there. My children are not perfect and I am not perfect. I am HOPING and PRAYING for more wisdom in how to handle such things because I truly would like to feel irritated less. But for now, I guess I am just imperfect.
Now onto other and lighter confessions- I love unsharpened pencils. I know. Crazy. Odd. Random. But there is something about pencils with cool patterns on them that are not sharpened that I would just like hoard. I am drawn to them. I know... your image of me is falling apart quickly. I also really love writting with pencils. I am a horrible speller. You probably know this about me as you have read many of my mispellings. Yes, I went to journalism school at the University of North Carolina and I am still a horrible speller. And my new version of blogger does not have spell check anymore. My husband is an excellent speller and he often points out my mistakes and so that helps. To pass the journalism program you have to take this HORRID spelling test thats like 20 pages... confession number three- I had to take the test THREE times. I was a basket case. But I finally passed! I am a hair nightmare! I have hated my hair... since I was born. Seriously. You think I'd be over it by now... but I am not. It's kinda thin... not real brown and not real blonde... just muddy in the middle... and it has enough wave in it to not starighten well and not be curly either. And I know I mispelled curlie/curley/curly (they all look wrong to me... I don't know... maybe it was actually right!). And that's all I am going to say about that.
I guess that is enough for now. I am hoping that all of you know now that I am far from perfect. So now I can go on posting without the fear of misleading any of you!
Lots of love... lots... and thank you for loving me!