The other day my daughter came home from school and started in on me about a Drama camp she wants to go to this summer. I told her I wasn’t sure if it was going to be affordable at this point and I would have to wait and see if we could manage it. She walked away grumbling a bit but otherwise seemed fine.
A few minutes later my 10 year old son came up and started grilling me about soccer. I told him he was already doing ball hockey so playing soccer probably wasn’t going to be an option. He started to whine about the injustice of it all and continued to whine to his younger brother because I was ignoring his ass.
Then it was my 6 year olds turn to ask me about his birthday and how come he can’t have a party (I am so done with parties!) I told him it was too expensive this year – he then started to cry and scream how mean I was and why did all his friends get to have one blah, blah, blah.
Next in line was my oldest asking when could we get her grad dress. Apparently all the girls in her class already have theirs and one even got hers from Australia. Australia? Really? WTF?? This is grade 8 graduation!
I then started to try and make dinner – a task I really, really, hate when all of a sudden back comes Arielle to ask about this camp again! When I told her to get over it she then started to ask about a different camp – a sleepover one! Which by the way I later found out that she has been telling her best friend that she is going to these camps (because I have a money tree in my backyard), and why doesn’t she sign up as well? Gee my money tree can pay for them both.
Two minutes later the twins start to cry, then scream, and they do it in stereo, Zachary and Ryley start to fight over who is the strongest, Arielle is still going on about the camps, Sebastian is still whining about soccer, thankfully I heard nothing more about the grad dress but Joshua then comes up and starts to ask me about money for something and that’s when I lost it.
I stopped what I was doing turned around and screamed at the top of my lungs.
“All of you just shut the f&*k up!”
Okay well I didn’t really say that but I wanted to and that’s my point.
Have you ever reached the end of your patience and just want to tell your kids to get the hell out of your face, shut the F*&ck up, or any other nasty things? I bet you have and it’s okay, but I want to know that I am not just the crazy one here.
Until next time,
Chantel,momof8crazymonkeys
It’s never been a “Shut the f*** up!!”
It has been a “Get in the f***ing van – NOW!”
(mornings are a mess here…)
I have so far managed to avoid the f-bomb (that they’ve heard) but have certainly said, not altogether pleasantly, “you need to just shut up. Now.”
I love these stories Chantel. This would be your book if it were up to me. Just all these real-life anecdotes about day in and day out with 8 crazy monkeys. It will make the rest of us mere mortals feel a little better about our failings :).
I have totally used the f-bomb in exactly this kind of scenario. Usually after, “SILENCE, I COMMAND YOU!!” fails to work.
Le sigh. You’re a miracle, Chantel. Seriously.
Okay Julie I am really glad that this is the stuff that you would like to read about because this is exactly how I am writing my book – no sugar coating for this mama;)
Kim the amount of times I have had to bite my lip! I have to totally agree these are the times for wine lol:)
PHEW! Glad it isn’t just me:) Thanks
and this is the stuff that should be in a book! 🙂
i’ve had to remove myself numerous times. that will probably cross my lips sometime in the future!
Oh Mamma! Tell it like it is. I often wanted to call my daughter names when she was acting a certain way. I was thankful enough to never do it. I try really hard to label their behaviour not them personally. That when I think…it’s MY time to whine….oops I mean WINE!!!!!!! 😉
YES! Chantel, I have wanted to and usually I need to go give myself a mommy timeout or it just might slip out one of these days. NO! you are definitely not alone in this and I find it is not just the pestering, but the pestering mixed with the stress of how can I afford all of the things they want to do that raises the anxiety of the situations. Keep your chin up Chantel, you are DEFINITELY not alone in this.
:O)