| Oh No, We Ripped It Down! | | Date Created: Jun 02, 2006, 04:34 PM |
Said by James but with the enthusiasm of "Oh, YES! we ripped it down." Today's our second day back and it's killing me. Even when the boys are getting along they are so wild and hyper. They just collaborated on complete destruction of their train track that takes a map to put back together right. And it happened in a matter of about 45 seconds. All I could do was watch and ask myself why. Why do they do this? Why me? Am I being too hard on them? Too easy? I have no idea. George just got out of time-out for kicking James in the face and knocking his glasses off. John's been in and out of time-out all afternoon for screaming and rolling around pouting about such hardships as my putting his pillowcase in the washing machine. Our walls have never looked worse. Dents from tennis racquets and baseball bats, scratches from the wheels of matchbox cars, and, of course, original crayon artwork. Oprah's on right now but I'm not even watching. I just needed some company. Adding to the mayhem, I told George and James they could try undies today if they wanted to. (John wanted nothing to do with it.) So George and James are running around in their new underpants. Supposedly when the undies get wet or poopy they get uncomfortable causing the wearer to notice and ask to use the potty or at least ask to be changed. My boys apparently have a high tolerance for being wet and poopy. I'm the only one who noticed the undies were wet. The boys could care less. How am I supposed to potty train three boys? I love them. I am incredibly blessed, but God forgive me, even after the vacation of a lifetime and a completely undeserved break thanks to the grandparents, I still ask why this happened to me and why I have to deal with it. Sometimes there seems to be no good solution to any of it other than to just get through it somehow and keep moving ahead.
I can't wait to get started on my Peru recollections. I'll try tonight! Have a wonderful weekend and try to keep those undies dry... |
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