You're sitting in your house, your kids are a going crazy and you can't seem to grasp the entirety of what's going on. Your oldest child has a fever and is on the verge of throwing up, your middle child won't stop climbing on you and yelling about what he wants because it isn't a choice and then he repeatedly tries to sneak that bag of chips out of the pantry, (with a squeaky door, thank goodness) even though you've told him over and over he can't have them and your youngest who is also beyond exhausted won't stop screaming and crying about that 3rd muffin he wants, but can't have and the world is spinning and all you want is to tend to your sick child and on the way you have to tend to about 30 different emotions from 2 very tired, hungry and sad children and OH MY GOSH. "Cut"! And when my kids don't act break I wishfully touch my finger tips together in the hopes that Evie from 'Out Of This World' had it right and we really could freeze time.
In my children's defense I am pretty sure I am overly exhausted myself and just need a break (don't we all?) and at the end of what felt like the longest week ever, (yes, this all happened yesterday - Friday) I had, had enough. I tried not to give in to the TV and iPad and when this moment hit where all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and shut everyone out I sat on the ground and did puzzles with Lennon and tended to my sick sweet Abelle and brought Tiger to his room for some quiet one on one talk time and voila! All was right in the Kornick household. It turns out all they needed was a little extra time from their mama. Dinner had to wait and folding laundry had to take a backseat. I am so grateful to my husband who had the day off for finishing the laundry for me. A task that he often helps with. Would the day have gone as smoothly if he weren't home? Most likely no. There probably would have been more tears (on my end also) and I probably would have turned on the TV or given the iPad to steal a few moments to myself.
I do believe that this all sounds pretty "normal" when it comes to having children. Meltdowns and tiredness and hunger do not mix well and add to that a tired mama and BOOM. OH MY GOSH moments. I can handle it all (or I pretend to), but every now and then I think to myself that I desperately want Lennon to just let up. I know how horrible it is for him when his world is thrown out of whack or when he doesn't know what to expect next and even though I try my best to be patient and explain to him why what he wants isn't a choice I can't help but feel like I want to look at him and yell, "I am trying"! I ask him to use his words and help him to find the right ones and then I feel frustrated because my words aren't enough. He needs more. So I aim to seek more. Advocacy never ends.
Anabelle was sick last night - she did finally throw up and this morning, even though she is a bit feverish she ate a banana and an orange and says she is feeling better. We are going to spend the day outside and see if that helps her. I pepperminted her feet and oiled her up with Frankincense and diffused cinnamon all night in her room. Hope whatever she had stops with her.
Tiger is... well... Tiger. My voice of reason and my monster all in one. And after our tough day yesterday he seems to be on a better path today. We have family visiting so I am sure that helps. Oh and our newest addition - our cat that Anabelle lovingly named Equestria has been a wonderful addition to our family. Even after having to spend $340 at the vet. :/
All in a day, right? I am right there with you all. And with that, I leave you with this - It works for me in my oh my gosh moments. Hope it works for you too. Peace, friends.
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