I have started leaving the younger two kids at school until 16h00/16h30, fetching them when I fetched Kiara was causing too much stress for us all. I had to wake Emma up every afternoon and then our afternoons were spent in and out of the car with the older two. This way when I fetch them dinner is done, I have done what work needs to be done and the big kids are sorted so we are able to spend good quality time together…..or so I imagined. Once again parenting reminded me that the imagined is very seldom the reality.
Last week was particularly rough and looked a little something like this.
Strap everyone in their seats and then the conversation goes,
Jack: Mom can I watch when we get home?
Emma: NO! I want to watch.
Me: Emma, Jack asked first so he can watch and then you.
Emma: NOOOOO I WANT TO WATCH *cry* *screech* *sob*
Jack: EMMA I AM GOING TO WATCH FIRST
Emma: *brief pause in crying* NO JACK I AM WATCHING
Me: How was your day Jack?
Jack: Mom I am watching FIRST.
Me: Emma, did you have a good day?
Emma: NOOOOOOOOO LEAVE ME ALOOOONE.
We get home and neither starts watching. Jack heads off to play while this goes down with Emma and I. (EVERY.SINGLE.DAY)
Emma: I want tea mom
Me: Ok *puts her on counter so she can help*
Start making tea, she pours in, I get milk
Emma: I must put the milk IN!
Emma: Not that teaspoon. I want the blue one. (The blue one hasn’t been seen since 2014 but she will not use any other spoon, it changes each day but every day it is a spoon that is NO WHERE IN OUR HOME).
Eventually tea gets made.
Emma: I want a cushion and a blanket. NOT THAT CUSHION! PUT MY BLANKET PROPERLY.
Eventually I get her settled, she drinks 3/4 of her tea and then YELLS “MOM THERE IS NO SUGAR IN MY TEA” or “MOM I WANT IT HOT” and I have to restart the ENTIRE process ALL OVER AGAIN.
**the over use of capitals is warranted**
Somewhere during the second cup of tea, Jack starts.
Jack: Mom, I am hungry.
Me: I have made delicious dinner, I will dish up for you.
Jack: No I don’t want that food.
Me: Well what do you want?
Jack: What is there?
Jack: I don’t want that.
Me: Ok then what do you want?
Jack: What is there?
**I usually realise at this point that I am the adult and stop (but do often end up making him cheese bread or 2-minute noodles**
Then we will have at least one sibling fight resulting in much screaming, some grabbing of toys, possible a little intentional destruction of property and a fair amount of me watching from behind the wall.
By now I have sent about 4 SOS messages to David, eaten everything not pinned down and yelled far more than I had planned to. In fact, if I am completely honest here guys, I do a lot of yelling. I try really hard to keep it together but when I am re-making Emma’s 3rd cup of tea while Jack whines about how he can’t eat the mince because it has onion in, I lose my mind a little.
I am hoping it is end of year exhaustion and that next year will get easier because there were days I considered leaving them at school for David to collect. If you want to see why I decided to call this blog harassedmom, pop in between 4h30 – 6h00 Mon- Fri and you will see that there was no other name I could have chosen!
Photos taken by Cameron.
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