1. I hid in the kitchen to eat a chocolate bar while the boys were occupied in the toy room.
2. I had no idea I could have so much patience with my children and then there are times when my lack of sabr scares me.
3. It scares my children, too.
4. I secretly hoped my son wouldn’t enjoy school so much so I could have an excuse to just take him out of school and teach him at home. Now he has a new teacher and he is miserable. I feel as though it’s my fault for wishing such a thing on him.
5. I didn’t cook today! Woohoo!
6. My vacuum cleaner has died (again) and I think it’s because I’m a slave driver.
7. I am purposely putting off toilet-training my 2 1/2 year old because I really don’t want to wash a urine or faeces soaked pair of undies again. Toilet training my first child was traumatic.
8. There are days when I wish I worked full-time so I wouldn’t have to deal with the daily emotional outbursts of the children and of this constant feeling of being NEEDED all the time. Do they have to NEED me all the time?
9. It’s nearly 11 pm and instead of sleeping I am blogging. I will complain tomorrow about how many times the little one woke up and how little sleep I managed to get, when all along it’s entirely my fault.
Wow – so tell me all about the new teacher? What happened? *is nosy*
Being a Stay At Home Mum sounds like a tougher job than any other!
-Aly
They never stop needing you. My oldest is now 14 and when we all are going out…I literally have a line of 4 kids behind me, whining…”I cant find a pin, where are my tight shorts, my socks are missing, can I borrow your necklace,” Hubby has no idea what I’m going thru….he’s too busy asking me to help him with his tie….AHHHHHHH!!!!
You hide to eat chocolate too….and I thought I was the only one. Only I always get caught out. Just the rustle of paper in the kitchen brings the boys from all corners of the house. And then I have to SHARE…rats!
Oh and sounds like you need to call back your Kirby man if your vacuum cleaner is on the blink!!! Hehehehe….no PLEASE….I’ll take it back…. just don’t give him my name and number.
Relating entirely to the toilet training thing. I’ve just started that with mine and once again my laundry tub is full of wet duds and I’m forever mopping puddles. And let’s not even talk about the number two disasters!!!
And yes, do tell about the new teacher (hoping the new teacher don’t read your blog too).
And how’s the house hunting going?
Tracey
Sis, I HEAR you! Honestly, reading your post was like reading my own (non-existant) diary.
Have I told you I think you rock? I think I have. It’s probably just narcicism, anyway, because I love that you say things that are in my head, consciously or subconsciously
Cheers wasalaam. xx
PS pls send brisbane sunshine to melbourne immediately. you’re being greddy with it.
I do the chocolate thing too. Atleast you have the liberty to postpone toilet training. My son is almost 26 months and I’m constantly pressured from mil about when I’ll start to train him. And I don’t want to start before I feel he’s ready for it.
Salaam;
I hide the chocolate and hide when I eat it.
As for potty-training, I was really pressured by my ILs, while we were in Jordan, to force him out of diapers and make him start going to the potty cold-turkey. I refused; while he’d been interested in going to the potty before we left the US, being in Jordan was such a traumatic experience for him, and the food there gave him such terrible diarrhea, that I knew that it wasn’t worth it (Taiba: I smiled, thanked them for the advice, nodded sagely, and continued doing what I felt was best. In the end [ha!], he’s still your child). When we came back to the US, we weren’t even in our old apartment anymore and spent several months first at my sister’s place before moving to a new apartment in a new town. All of that really set him back as far as readiness went. Like you, I didn’t want to spend all my time cleaning up puddles and dealing with soaking wet underwear from accidents, so I let him go at his own potty-pace. He was almost four, but one day he decided he was ready and that was that. No grief for him or me, alhumdillah, and I think that’s really the best way to go.
Part of the luxury of being a stay-at-home-mum is that you can potty-train on your own (and the child’s) schedule, and not someone else’s.
My children are 34 and 29. Oh, how I wish they were young again, and I could do it all over
I should start my own blog. It seems to be the only place you can completely be honest. I don’t want to clean up any more body fluids of the carpet to potty train. I will complain tomorrow that I am tired and yet hear I sit writing. I love my kids. But I miss working and yet I feel guilty for wanting to work. What do guys have that I don’t so they don’t feel this way?
Ummmm, I feel you on….1..2…3…4,5,6,7,8, AND 9.
Irving dont tell me you want to do potty training all over again?!