I’m fully irritated with my darling children. I don’t know if it’s because I’m hot. Or because I’m hormonal. Or because I haven’t been getting enough sleep. Or if it’s because they’re just BRATS!
I think they are both overtired too. Aviana hasn’t had a lot of self control today. For example, she started SHRIEKING like she’d been stung by a wasp!
“What?! WHAT IS IT!?”
By the time she calmed down enough to speak, it turned out she was afraid Brielle had left her silly little Beanie Baby dog at the grocery store.
Right now Brielle is naked in her bed without any sheets on her plastic covered toddler mattress.
We were out and about this morning without a single accident; she told me she needed to potty every single time without fail. Upon arriving home the poo hit the floor. And her foot. And thighs.
And when naptime rolled around, she pee-peed in every single clean pair of training bundies I had. It was all a ploy to get out of bed, you see. She would pee-pee just enough to get to go to the bathroom, get cleaned up and sit on the potty. She never misses a trick.
She has been fighting naps and bedtime with every ounce of her being the past couple of weeks, and I am exhausted. Let me tell you, Super Nanny ain’t got nothin’ I haven’t tried. I can’t understand how she can fight sleep so bitterly, and still wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed at the crack of dawn. She’s at least an hour shy of the sleep a child her age supposedly needs.
I went outside to fill up the wading pool, and there I cried. I cried and wailed and my shoulders shook and I sobbed and generally felt sorry for myself. Oh woe is me. I have been blessed with not one but two extraordinary children, who happen to be exceedingly strong-willed.
Outside the breeze was blowing and God was speaking. He led me to the Psalms. From The Message(mine doesn’t have the specific verses marked, just the book and chapter):
I’ve cried my eyes out; I feel hollow inside. My troubles have worn me out, turned my bones to powder. Desperate I throw myself on You. You are my God! Hour by hour I place my days in your hand, I put my life in your hands. You won’t drop me. You’ll never let me down. Be brave. Be strong. Don’t give up. Blessed God! His love is the wonder of the world. Love God, God takes care of all who stay close to Him. (selected verses from Psalm 31.)
I think I’m restored enough to start dealing handily with my sweet girls when they wake. I think.