It was a rough morning in the Hedgie house. [Venting to ensue in 5...4...3...2...] Evidently my kids have no respect for me because when I tell them to do something it means nothing. Ugh! I'm a frustrated mama this morning. BUT the two older kids are off to school now, and I can breath a little more easily now.
Every morning is a battle with what to wear - Every.Freaking.Morning. Did you know that khaki is evidently a girl's color now? Yep. And no, you cannot wear shorts, short sleeved shirts, and flip flops; it's COLD outside! And the whining...oh the whining. In the extremely fitting words of my mother-in-law: It goes through my head like a nail!
And Isaac - I love that little stinker, but why doesn't he want to run around the house with nice, soft stuffed animals and pillows? No, instead he chooses to run around with pencils, pens, and forks in his hand as he stumbles through the mine field of toys and shoes on the floor. "And why chew on teething rings and other squishy toys when there are readily available pieces of chalk, crayons, and pencil erasers," he seemed to say. And do you want to know why I haven't been blogging as much lately? Because just since I sat down to write this post he has shut the laptop, hit caps lock, and hit F1 help about thirty million times.
Okay, venting is over now. I just had to get that out.
I love my kids more than anything, and I think they know that. Yes, I need to be more consistent so that they listen to what I say more. I'm working on that. It's such a hard thing for mothers because you have to balance that with the overwhelming desire to be warm and loving to them and give them whatever they want. Discipline and consistency are loving, though; I keep trying to remind myself of this.
::sigh:: Merry Christmas. :-/