When I saw this... sigh... I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I did cut it out and put it on my refrigerator. Wow... this is my life sometimes, ok a lot. Only last night Jason didn't come home during our melt down since he was out of town. I take great pride in the fact that I don't beat my children. And even more pride in I how hard I work at not yelling at them when there are times I wish to do nothing more than SCREAM. I am not perfect but I have improved. However I did not mention the number of times I have locked myself in the bathroom or hid in a closet.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Poor Wanda
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Joy, I loved the cartoon - you should enlarge it and print it out. I'd put it in my family scrapbook to look back on in later and chuckle. One year (1987)when we were doing so many activities for the kids (for example, 8 soccer practices during the week and 4 different soccer games on the weekend) I drew a picture of my van for my Christmas letter, and in the middle of it I wrote, "If a woman's place is in the home, Then why am I always in the car?" I'll have to show you, it was pretty cool, if I say so myself. I was doing calligraphy then and I did the outline of the Ford van in small calligraphy words- Go Hurry Rush Let's Go, etc. Later I made a card with the design on it and used it for notecards. When we moved to FL I went to see a friend I hadn't seen in 20 years and she had it on her bulletin board.
You do a great job and having a good sense of humor helps on those rough days. We Love You, MOM
wow.
The cartoon is awesome.
Trevor was gone the last two days this week (in Wisconsin for job interview) and I realized how much I depended on him for a break--even if it's just an hour at lunch or 30 minutes in between his work day and his classes/studying.
I admire you for not beating your children and for the no-yelling plan of action. I hope I can do as well as you do!!
Funny Funny, unless your doing the one doing the screaming. Mom
Why did I not think of the closet? I need a place to hide too some times:)
Joy. Grandma Dona Payne used to occasionally go get into the car out in front of the house and sit there for a little break from the kids. If she did that then everyone is entitled to a little break, whether in the bathroom or closet. I remember that she would sometimes tell us that she was gong to go sit in the car and if we decided that we wanted her to be our Mom then we could come out and let her know.
I so, so, so relate! I can't say I've never screamed though. Now and then I snap. I try to remember as I'm cleaning ink off the walls, soap out of the carpet, or poop out of the tub, that she's only two and will only be two once, but now and then I do end up screaming. I'm very impressed that you don't yell at them!
I think motherhood/parenthood is as much of US learning as our children...learning to get over ourselves so we can help/teach others, calm ourselves, control ourselves, and improve ourselves in the ever changing role of mother. Just when you think you have it figured out, your kids move on to the next thing, and there you go again! And what we are trying to teach them, we also learn. Everytime we teach them to be nice, and use their inside voice, we also teach/remind ourselves. It is a great plan. Parenting. I sent myself to my room. Sometimes my little ones were smack up against the door, but I had to have my own time out. Of course, you don't get to be gone for long, because alot can happen in a few moments with all that brain energy pulsing around in the kids heads.
You really ARE doing a great job!
All you young mothers are, imho!
p.s. You can pretty much get away with crying in the shower. No one will know.
Linda, I appreciate your thoughts about teaching ourselves as we teach them. It helps me to not feel so guilty about telling them not to do things I know I still do myself. I hate that feeling of seeing them mirror something I do that I know I shouldn't do, yet knowing that I have to correct their behavior when they do it. Boy can I see that finger pointing right back at me!
LOVE THE CARTOON! There is not a more despairing feeling than having three unhappy kids and tears spilling out of your own eyes because you feel completely on your own and completely unequal to the task.
And then you call your best friend/mother/husband/whoever and sob into the phone and then a few days later you're bright eyed, retelling it all and laughing it off in front of your friends. Did I get it right? Maybe that's just me. :)
If you didn't get frustrated by difficult moments with your children, it would be really hard to relate to you and you wouldn't have any friends at all. :) So count your blessings and know that I look up to you. ;)
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