Scene: The backyard. Sunny, slight breeze, lots of brightly coloured, plastic toys to play with.
Me: Bug, don't eat the dirt.
Me: Boo, stop chewing leaves.
Me: Girls, get out of the dirt. Play with your toys.
Me: Boo, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Bug, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Boo, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Bug, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Boo, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Bug, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Boo, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Bug, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Boo, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Bug, stop hitting your sister.
Me: If I have to say it one more time, we're going in.
Me: Boo, stop hitting your sister.
Me: Bug, stop hitting your sister.
Me: OK, that's it, we're going in.
Later, inside, girls are at the table, eating PB&J and grapes.
Me: Bug, don't take your sandwich apart.
Me: Boo, stop spitting out the grapes.
Me: Bug, stop smooshing the grapes.
Me: Boo, eat.
Me: Bug, eat.
Me: Girls, eat or you're going down for your naps right now.
Me: watching as they don't eat.
Me: I said you need to eat.
Me: watching as they still don't eat.
Me: OK, that's it, time for bed.
Later, at the ghetto mall.
Me: OK, ladies, we have to hold hands in the parking lot.
Me: Bug, you have to hold my hand.
Me: Boo, you have to hold O's hand.
Me: Bug, you have to hold my hand.
Me: Boo, you have to hold O's hand.
Me: Bug, you have to hold my hand.
Me: Boo, you have to hold O's hand.
Me: Bug, you have to hold my hand.
Me: Boo, you have to hold O's hand.
Me: Boo, stop climbing on the racks.
Me: Boo, hold. my. hand.
Me: OK, Bug, that's it, I'm carrying you.
Me: No, you can't get down, you won't hold my hand.
Me: thinking, God, I am SO never doing this again.
Me: Boo, watch where you're walking, you just ran into that lady.
Me: Boo, don't take your shoes off in the middle of the aisle.
Me: (upon taking Boo into the bathroom and discovering she's been going commando all day) Boo, where are your underpants? Never mind, I don't want to know.
There were variations on this same conversation all. fucking. day.
I just get so sick of repeating the same thing again and again and again.
Is there a reason they never listen?
Please tell me this phase won't last much longer because I may lose my mind.
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9 comments:
That was my afternoon exactly. I think we were even at the same ghetto mall. I hope this phase ends soon because my head may explode.
I find I still have to do that but about different stuff.
I thought they only had Ghetto malls where I leave.
I practically twitch when people repeat themselves from hearing my mom do it so often, Now I do everything the first time because if I hear it one more time...
I said!!!!
Don't make me say it again!!!!
when my kids were little i'd make them repeat it after me so i knew they heard me and then i'd say what does that mean? and if they understood me and they did it again, it was trouble.
maybe try that. unless they're under the age of 2 then really i dont know. that's all a blur...subconsciously, i have blocked the early years out. i find that best.
Oh sweet goodness... I could have written that word for frustrating word. God I hope it's just a phase.
Let them eat dirt.
Don't make them eat lunch (they won't starve to death).
And grip their hands tight walking through the parking lot even if they claim you're abusing them.
I've gone as far as telling Brendon he will be very badly hurt and bloody and will have to go to the hospital if a car hits him in the parking lot. It worked like a charm ;)
Oh, and instead of repeating yourself dozens of times, tell them once, give a warning if done a second time, and the third time is in the clinker (whatever place is time-out for them).
Show them you mean business!
1-2-3 Magic is a good book if you don't already have it.
Did you take my kids without me knowing because I could have sworn you were talking about me last weekend.
THIS BETTER BE A PHASE!!!!!
Sorry to be the one to break it to you but it NEVER ends.
Hugs!!
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