This is a little drama-fest, and yes i know my life's troubles could be a lot worse, but still...want to complain a little and provide an explanation for my lack of communication with anyone out there :)
Last Wednesday I had this GREAT idea that I should run barefoot on the beach. So, I did for over 3 miles. It was amazing and beautiful and a great change to my usual workout routine. BUT, I damaged a ligament in my foot and leg. I have been limping around the house for 7 days. Funny enough, the only time my foot doesn't hurt is when I am wearing super-high wedges because it takes the pressure off the side of my foot. So, for now I look a little like a hooker all the time in my hot pink shoes.
Same day that I hurt my foot the sickness started cycling through our house. Everyone has been sick with a cold and pink eye (kids only), and as of last night John started feeling sick too. Then, starting this Monday Dylan has been on summer break from school, so we have all been together nonstop with limping legs and head colds. Needless to say, I think we are all a little tired of each other. :)
To make matters even more interesting, Grayson is crawling everywhere and pulling up on furniture all over the house. And, then there is the Dylan and Olivia feuding. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY KIDS?!?!? They act like they belong to WWF or something. Dylan has been out of 'school' for just shy of a week, and it really feels like a lifetime already. Dylan and Olivia beat the hell out of each other. There is hair pulling, pushing, shoving, hitting, name calling, some kind of kamikaze jump move that Dylan (aka Batman) has perfected, and just all around madness. They are only 4 and 2 years old, and Grayson isn't even part of this yet. I really thought that this sibling warfare stuff didn't start until they hit 5 or so. Not sure what kind of crack I was smoking, but everyday in my house is like some kind of chaotic wrestling match from 7AM-8PM with little break. Maybe I'm too uptight, and I should just laugh it off....after all, I haven't seen blood yet.
The basic battle goes a little like this: Dylan is playing independently (smashing his action figures into the walls or Olivia's dolls, while screaming I'm going to kill you...yes, I correct him every time). Olivia runs in screaming "NO!!! Not, babydoll!". She pushes Dylan, he bursts into tears and tells on Olivia. While he is distracted with his tattling, she steals his action figures and runs away as fast as she can with her dirty little laugh. He instantly stops crying and tackles her, then she cries and shoves him or pokes him in the eye...or pulls his hair. Everyone ends up in their rooms for a 'break'. 5 minutes later, it starts again. I think this is what all parents deal with, but it's new to me so I thought it was worth documenting for future laughs.
So, everyone has been sick and fighting while I limp around trying to break it up. Oh, and did I mention that John is so busy with work that he hasn't really been here much for the week. Good times! Happy summer :)
2 comments:
Evidently you didn't read my Blog Therapy post. I thought my kids were the only kids that fought like pittbulls!!! Nice to know I'm not the only mommy that feels like her purpose on earth is to be a referee!! LOL! This too shall pass -- so they say!! :o)~
OK, you've convinced me... I think I will opt to be a working mommy and let the babysitter be the referee! LOL. Good luck for the rest of the summer.... they all sound like normal kids to me! :-)
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