In the last 24 hours I heard:
- “I’m not gonna eat!”
- “Phtbbbtphttbb!” (tongue out, spitting in disrespect)
- “I DON’T WANT TO DO ANY MATH!”
- “That’s not fair!”
- “I DON’T WANT TO STAND IN THE CORNER!” –repeatedly for at least 30 minutes.
- “I hate chicken. I hate rice.”
- “That’s mean!”
- Pippin barking at 5 a.m.
- Pippin barking at 5:45 a.m.
- Water running outside, full blast at 7 p.m.
- “Um, Mom, Bud is pouring buckets of water into the house through the window.”
In the past 24 hours I “discovered”:
- Dog poo on the living room carpet (at 5:05 a.m.)
- Dog poo on the bottom of my foot (about 5:06 a.m.)
- Dh sleeping on the couch in the morning after an exchange of angry words at about 5:45 a.m.
- Water all over the floor underneath the window in the living room
- A drenched little boy who should have been brushing his teeth to get ready for bed while I rocked the baby
I’m tired. It has been a bad day. Too bad to blog, I told Dena. But then I thought, “Hey, that would be a great title…”
Ooooh Amanda! I’m so sorry! What a terrible, terrible day! Sometime is seems like just about *everything* goes wrong, doesn’t it?
Sounds to me like the story we read in Elementary school called “Alexander and the No Good, Terrible, Very Bad Day” I think you could write a great children’s book along the same lines: “Amanda and the…” I’m always amazed at how you keep plugging away despite your incredible stories–lots of them fun and funny, many of them tiring. Hang in there and keep going! We know that your children are learning what you teach and you are sure an encouragement to me!
When you lay it all out in black and white…well, I hope it made you laugh as you read over it.
Travis and I shared a sympathetic chuckle. We’re praying for you guys!
It was a bad day/week, but yes, I was able to see the humor in it when I wrote it out. That is part of why a blog… it is cheap therapy!
So far, this week is going better, though bedtime has still been a bit of a nightmare. Keep us in your prayers!
Manda
Oh My Goodness Amanda! It’s so *good* to know other moms have days like this, too.
~Kari
[...] Of course, I am talking about our struggles with ADHD/ODD in our son, Bud. Since Bud was about 2 years old, DH and I have felt like we were taken over by a hurricane of human hyperactivity and defiance. We kept trying to adjust to each new challenge. We would read parenting books, talk to and observe “veteran” parents, try new stategies. I cried buckets of tears over my apparent failure as a mother to train my young son properly. I was angry at my own inconsistency and fallability, certain that I was ruining him because I simply wasn’t good enough at this job of mothering that seemed to come so much more easily to others. And this all by the time he was three. [...]