Why is it that all the children that I read about in other people's blogs always come across as well behaved, loving and delightful individuals?
Why is it that my two "delights" fight, argue, never ever listen to me and are at times (read as often) a pain in the bum?
Where am I going wrong that's what I want to know?
Last night Alex decided to have see what would happen if he gently peeled the corner of his wallpaper! No real damage done, nothing that a bit of wall paper paste won't put right but why did he feel the need? He is old enough to understand that we spent all last weekend decorating and making his room nice for him.
This morning I had a full scale argument with Daisy over her school dress. I thought I was being helpful and saving her a bit of time when I laid her school dress out on her bed. I went up stairs and she was wearing a school skirt and shirt. I casually asked why she wasn't wearing her school dress (as in "oh you not wearing the dress I left on the bed?") and she then tried to convince me (read as blatantly lie) that I had left the skirt and shirt out on her bed and she had not swapped her school clothes. I saw red, not because she had swapped clothes, I couldn't care less which school uniform she wears but the fact that she had lied to me, it was pretty convincing too - tears and looks of why don't you believe me. I went on and on like a demented fool about telling lies and not being able to trust her in future.
I am now left feeling like a horrible old witch whilst they have skipped off happily to school. I do try to be a good mum but boy oh boy do they test my patience at times. How do you stop shouting and make them start listening? Is it just kids being kids and part of growing up? Are children on other peoples blogs really so delightful all of the time?
Someone please tell me the secret of being a lovely level headed non shouting mum.
As penance for my horrible outburst I have decided to bleach the bathroom floor. Picture if you will me stripped down to bra and knickers with a cloth under one foot and a green scourer under the other gently ice skating over bleach covered tiles. Oh I wish I had listened to the tiler who warned me that white grout wasn't such a great idea on floor tiles.
Hoping to post a more cheerful post crammed full of perfect children photos some time soon!
1 year ago