Tuesday, September 13, 2011

I have hit an all time low...

Dear Trav just walked out the door for school in a pair of shorts that he slept in last night and wore to school yesterday.  I know, it's pretty low, but I have other things to be worrying about, like why my three year old is calling me a succor and running around naked with a cowboy hat and a golf club.  When he's does finally get dressed he is in his brother's underwear because he keeps peeing in his and I can't seem to reach the bottom of the enormous pile of laundry.  I'm not quite sure why all these people depend on me for their physical and emotional well being, I really shouldn't be trusted.  Jake got terribly mad at everyone in the family the other day and said, "I can't stand any of you, you're the fattest family in the whole world."  That was sure thoughtful of him.  Tyler wet his pants everywhere we went today including all over in the yogurt shop (that can't be sanitary), you ask, why are you potty training him then, but I do see a glimmer of hope every few days.  I went to Walmart with Q the other day and he wouldn't even walk by me and told me everything was SO STUPID because I wouldn't buy him all the box tops items so his teacher could keep winning the box tops competition.  By the time we got home I was almost in tears and he has no idea that he was such a teenager.  I tried to be nice and let things go, started talking to him about golf and he told me he said a swear word at the golf course, yes, my son said the S word.  We are pretty much falling short at everything over here.  I sent Jake out to pick up dog poop (TONS) and I looked out when he was about done and guess where all the dog poop had gone, it got thrown over the wall.  Who knows how long that has been going on.  Luckily, it's an empty lot but it's still someone's property and I'm sure they don't want it covered in dog poop.  I was determined to make sure I spend more QUALITY time with Ty everyday, so we got out the puzzles.  I walked away to change the wash and he threw the puzzle pieces all over the kitchen yelling "FIYA (fire)."  The floor is covered in puzzles, the bathrooms never get scrubbed, the laundry is overflowing, there's dead cockroaches everywhere, I'm sticking to the floor,  I have lost all control.  So now I just pray.  I pray that through all of this chaos something good we have taught them will stick.   

1 comment:

Rach said...

Oh Ju! Isn't life just complete crazy chaos sometimes {okay MOST times} You are a mother I look up to, you have your priorities straight, and you are raising 4 wonderful boys. A little swearing on the golf course and wearing dirty clothes to school isn't gonna hurt anyone too much :)