My children all got together last night while I was sleeping and decided to up the ante. They agreed to sabotage all of my good intentions with back-talk, whining, defiance, and drama. And that was just for breakfast.
My day started with my husband grouching at me about something that doesn't affect him, followed by the Mommy Sweater attaching herself to me over my morning coffee and clinging for dear life. Not to be outdone, The Boy decided to refuse to do his math. That's it. He just wasn't gonna do it. So there. (yeah, he did his math) As if that wasn't enough to turn Super Mom into a blubbering idiot, The Princess, aka The Eldest Child, spent a laborious hour writing sentences for her spelling words, because "it's too ha-a-a-a-ard" to write a sentence using words like "kitchen" and "throw." Uh-huh. Sure.
Well, more whining continued throughout the day, interspersed with moments of blatant defiance and dramatic flair over things as simple as picking up their own messes or putting on socks to go outdoors.
I love my children, I love my children, I love my children.
So, I survived the day, thanks be to Jesus, and headed off to my small church group meeting, which was salve to my frayed patience and comfort to my tired mind. Outmaneuvering a houseful of children bent on Mommy Destruction: Phase II is sure taxing. Some cocoa and Christmas music does a Mommy good.
Tomorrow, I will be waiting at the bottom of the stairs with the whip and chair!