Gilly Bean
Princess Spanky Pants
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Today was my first day alone with the kids all day. Well, ok, Sunday, I was pretty much alone, but not for an entire day.
3 kids.
Kid #1, at school.
Kid #2, at home.
Kid #3, at home.
Day started out alright. We had a WIC appointment for the baby at 10:45. At 10, we started loading up, packing up, etc. It's a 5 minute drive, at best. We got there at 10:45, when I intended to be there by 10:30. Why? Kid #2 decided he didn't want to wear a coat. Get it on him, turn, do something, turn again, it's laying on the floor. Mutter lots, get it back on him. Rinse lather repeat.
At the appointment, he refused to stay with me. Kept leaving the room. Put baby in chair, chase kid, drag him back. Rinse lather repeat. We finally get done there around noon. Yeah, exciting, spend half the morning in the health department, feeding a newborn, warding off the sick kids who want to touch her, and trying to entertain the 3 year old when the Health Dept has no toys. Go figure, no toys at the freaking health department.
Ok, so we leave there. Off to the grocery store. We need very few things. Overall, I spent $11.49. You would think that $11 worth of groceries would only take us about 10 minutes. Oh no. Not with Chris the Wonder Terror in tag.
He was having lots of fun veto'ing what mom picked, picking his own groceries, and bouncing back and forth to make the cart hard to steer. After smacking his little hand for about the 5th time in under an hour, we made it to the check out lane. Shortest line, took the longest time. The guy bagging was blind, so he was moving very slow. The cashier kept stopping to tell him what was in front of him, and where to bag it. No offense to him, but I realyl think the grocery store could have found a job more suited to him. So, we get all rounded up. Only took us another hour there. Afterwards, I vowed never again to take Chris grocery shopping unless Dad is also along.
We arrive home. First thing he does? Get's into the fridge, drags out his idea of lunch, and tears into, before I am even done unloading the groceries. Get that done, clean up the mess made on the kitchen floor, and try again to regain my paitence. He then proceeds to trip over the baby seat, which wakes Gilly, and sends her into a screaming fit for someone having dared to interupt her sleep. Get her back to sleep, aly her on the floor next to me. She likes to be laid out flat, hates her bed. Go figure.
So, we are laying there, when along comes Wonder Terror Tot. He has this amazingly annoying abit of walking backwards for a few steps, then turning his body, walking a few steps more, THEN looking where he is going. He is told over and over and over again to not walk near the baby when she is laying on the floor. Does he listen? No, his responce to me saying no, is to say, What, Momma? So, in the fashion of movies, i see him back peddle in slow mo, with me telling him to stop, and boom. It happens. First time, in fact. He stepped on my lil angels fingers with boots on. Amazingly enough, all she does is jerk her hand, and open her eyes briefly. Thank god for that.
Next incident involves me thinking I might be able to climb back up off the floor, because Wonder Terror Tot is in the living room. No sooner had I left the floor, and sat in a chair, then he comes barreling through, and takes her binky away. He succeeding in making her cry, where stepping on her fingers did not. Nerves? What nerves. I told him (in a very loud voice not unlike yelling) to go sit down for 5 minutes. He leaves the room. I calm her down.
All goes well for roughly 10 minutes. Then, she is hungry, and I have to potty bad. Ok, get her, get her seat, her bottle and a blanket, and head for my bedroom, and the nice bathroom. Wham. Door is locked. Great. Get her bottle started, find a screwdriver, unscrew the vent, send Chris in through the vent to unlock it. Again. (He did this just two days ago, nearly had to kick the door in to open it) He gets his quality time on the couch. Again.
Finally get out of there, and lay Gilly down on her belly. She falls asleep. Chris comes in, and trips over her head. Now THAT got her screaming. Alot. Got me screaming, too. Gilly just can't be laid on the floor, is my new goal as of tonight. She likes to lay out, but even with us right there next to her, he can't help but trip over her, or step on her, poor lil girl. SO, I get her calmed down, explain, yet again, why we can not try to wlak over top of her, why we can't step on her fingers, etc. Yeah, I am sure that got me somewhere. More then likely, it went in one ear, and out the other.
Now, his newest, is that he wanted chocolate milk. Get that for him, watch carefully as he drinks it. Watch even more carefully as he dumps half the damn cup on his boot, and the floor.
I love kids. Want one? I have 2 for sale, cheap. I want to keep the lil one until she disillusions me.
3 kids.
Kid #1, at school.
Kid #2, at home.
Kid #3, at home.
Day started out alright. We had a WIC appointment for the baby at 10:45. At 10, we started loading up, packing up, etc. It's a 5 minute drive, at best. We got there at 10:45, when I intended to be there by 10:30. Why? Kid #2 decided he didn't want to wear a coat. Get it on him, turn, do something, turn again, it's laying on the floor. Mutter lots, get it back on him. Rinse lather repeat.
At the appointment, he refused to stay with me. Kept leaving the room. Put baby in chair, chase kid, drag him back. Rinse lather repeat. We finally get done there around noon. Yeah, exciting, spend half the morning in the health department, feeding a newborn, warding off the sick kids who want to touch her, and trying to entertain the 3 year old when the Health Dept has no toys. Go figure, no toys at the freaking health department.
Ok, so we leave there. Off to the grocery store. We need very few things. Overall, I spent $11.49. You would think that $11 worth of groceries would only take us about 10 minutes. Oh no. Not with Chris the Wonder Terror in tag.
He was having lots of fun veto'ing what mom picked, picking his own groceries, and bouncing back and forth to make the cart hard to steer. After smacking his little hand for about the 5th time in under an hour, we made it to the check out lane. Shortest line, took the longest time. The guy bagging was blind, so he was moving very slow. The cashier kept stopping to tell him what was in front of him, and where to bag it. No offense to him, but I realyl think the grocery store could have found a job more suited to him. So, we get all rounded up. Only took us another hour there. Afterwards, I vowed never again to take Chris grocery shopping unless Dad is also along.
We arrive home. First thing he does? Get's into the fridge, drags out his idea of lunch, and tears into, before I am even done unloading the groceries. Get that done, clean up the mess made on the kitchen floor, and try again to regain my paitence. He then proceeds to trip over the baby seat, which wakes Gilly, and sends her into a screaming fit for someone having dared to interupt her sleep. Get her back to sleep, aly her on the floor next to me. She likes to be laid out flat, hates her bed. Go figure.
So, we are laying there, when along comes Wonder Terror Tot. He has this amazingly annoying abit of walking backwards for a few steps, then turning his body, walking a few steps more, THEN looking where he is going. He is told over and over and over again to not walk near the baby when she is laying on the floor. Does he listen? No, his responce to me saying no, is to say, What, Momma? So, in the fashion of movies, i see him back peddle in slow mo, with me telling him to stop, and boom. It happens. First time, in fact. He stepped on my lil angels fingers with boots on. Amazingly enough, all she does is jerk her hand, and open her eyes briefly. Thank god for that.
Next incident involves me thinking I might be able to climb back up off the floor, because Wonder Terror Tot is in the living room. No sooner had I left the floor, and sat in a chair, then he comes barreling through, and takes her binky away. He succeeding in making her cry, where stepping on her fingers did not. Nerves? What nerves. I told him (in a very loud voice not unlike yelling) to go sit down for 5 minutes. He leaves the room. I calm her down.
All goes well for roughly 10 minutes. Then, she is hungry, and I have to potty bad. Ok, get her, get her seat, her bottle and a blanket, and head for my bedroom, and the nice bathroom. Wham. Door is locked. Great. Get her bottle started, find a screwdriver, unscrew the vent, send Chris in through the vent to unlock it. Again. (He did this just two days ago, nearly had to kick the door in to open it) He gets his quality time on the couch. Again.
Finally get out of there, and lay Gilly down on her belly. She falls asleep. Chris comes in, and trips over her head. Now THAT got her screaming. Alot. Got me screaming, too. Gilly just can't be laid on the floor, is my new goal as of tonight. She likes to lay out, but even with us right there next to her, he can't help but trip over her, or step on her, poor lil girl. SO, I get her calmed down, explain, yet again, why we can not try to wlak over top of her, why we can't step on her fingers, etc. Yeah, I am sure that got me somewhere. More then likely, it went in one ear, and out the other.
Now, his newest, is that he wanted chocolate milk. Get that for him, watch carefully as he drinks it. Watch even more carefully as he dumps half the damn cup on his boot, and the floor.
I love kids. Want one? I have 2 for sale, cheap. I want to keep the lil one until she disillusions me.
