But some days…  some days… #3 needs a real swift kick in the pants that would pretty much get me put in jail, so I refrain, and instead I toss something.. .. preferably soft, but last week.. it wasn’t quite such a soft little stuffie… more like a plastic square plate that apparently makes quite the interesting frisbee… as it sailed across the room… and cracked the glass cupboard door which houses those rarely used punch bowl cups (and punch bowl… which is ironic, now, isn’t it?).

And to what do I owe this display of square frisbee-thing delight?  One of my many many pet peeves: lack of cleanliness. .. Apparently, as a mom, your sole duty is to clean up after your kids, no matter what the age, and do so with a cheeky grin on your face and skip in your step.  I’m sorry, I really am, but I despise housework.  Especially when I spend hours mopping the floors (‘cuz I mop old-style, bowl of hot water + organic vinegar + cheap olive oil … for hardwood).. only to find within fifteen minutes of said floors now shiny clean…  some lovely little man decides it’s OK to leave food on the floor for me to clean two days later (because nobody notices food on the floor beneath the table?)… and we all know how much fun it is to clean food that’s been stuck to the floor for two days in which nobody bothers to pick up after themselves…

And so.. it is with a house full of men. … =)   All my pet peeves rolled out into one chaotic household. …. Don’t think that the big man on campus is all clean and tidy either… he’s just as messy as my 2yr old…  in fact, my 2yo is a mini BMOC…  which is, quite frankly, scary. … almost evil, really, how I’ve been blessed with a child who tests my patience 24hrs a day, and to which I fail miserably 98% of the time. …

Word to the wise: When you ask for something, be careful what you ask for..  I asked for help with my lack of patience… and I get a child that just pretty much reiterates the fact I have zero patience on a good day.  And he really is a good kid, he just gets bored…which is why he, just last night, decided to draw pictures on his once nice clean walls.. in black pen.. that he stole off the end table.. sometime in the 5mins it took me to see the BMOC and his friend off to a manly fishing trip…  (insert: beer, bonfires, and boating..although, not necessarily in that particular order)…  Needless to say, I wasn’t too entirely impressed… and once again.. patience was the last thing on my mind.. the first? well, a few nasty expletives that I won’t repeat here..  followed by a why would you do that.. followed by a few more expletives and bedtime. … pretty much in that order. … this morning… you can’t help but admire the ingenuity of his artwork, that is in pretty straight lines for a 2yr old, and he even tried to draw his hand… which kinda looks like a cross between a venus fly trap and … some sort of alien design…

kids… big and small… what can ya do?

 

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