Mama, You Are Not Alone (Part 2)

I promised a follow up to this post, and I like to be a gal of my word so here it is in all its glory…

The kids and I were on one of our errand outings a month or so ago (post office stop, library, Chick-Fil-A drive thru…you know the kind) and you guys, it was so stellar I want to share it with you. Because I want you to know that you are not alone. And maybe a little bit also because I’m trying to also convince myself that I am not alone.

I don’t often take all 4 kiddos into the post office, but Josh was out of town, and I really needed to mail some packages. So I put on my big girl undies, and we went. It was as bad as you probably are imagining. Long line. Restless and wandering kids. Toddler pulling greeting cards down, but not at all returning them to their correct spots. One touching everything in sight probably because I told them not to touch anything. You get the picture. I was a little tense and distracted, and “Ms. Postal Lady, I know it’s your job to ask, but no thank you, I don’t need any stamps today!”

We made it out of the post office and back into the van. Paxton One kiddo was just extra defiant about all the things (pestering siblings, getting in car seat, talking back to me, mocking me….oh the mocking, making faces, laughing when disciplined). I’m telling you…it was #ALLthethings. We talked about our attitudes and actions and how we should speak kindly to each other and be respectful and obedient to mama. Those heart to hearts always work like a charm, you know.

Our next stop was the library, which my kids LOVE. We parked. Unbuckled. Then I don’t even remember the exact words, but the defiance and attitude reached it’s peak, and that was it. I told them that because they (namely one of them) had not made wise choices, we were no longer going inside the library. I told them to buckle back up, and let’s just say…they.were.tiiiiiiicked. Wailing, whining, screaming, banging on the windows. I’m talking ANGRY ticked.

Cason was yelling at me through big tears, “Give Paxton another chaaaaaaaance! GIVE PAXTON ANOTHER CHAAAAANCE!” Kinsley was just mad and crying. Paisley was crying because she just got out of her carseat, and then I put her right back in. And Paxton (realizing I was totally serious) silently buckled back up and didn’t say a word.

I had already decided we would drive through Chick-fil-A for lunch. Part of me thought I should probably just go home. But most of me decided I didn’t want to make them lunch because I already had it in my head that lunch would be quick and easy. Also, once a week for homeschool we have what’s called a Blessing Day. Sometimes we make and mail cards to grandparents. Sometimes we FaceTime family or friends or get someone a treat. This day, we planned to pay for the car behind us at Chick-fil-A.

And, well, I did pay for the car behind us, but the kids had zero idea because 3 of the 4 were still throwing fits. Then. THEN. Kinsley noticed that the kind drive-thru workers did not hand me any chocolate milk. And she went crazy. “They didn’t give you any chocolate milk! YOU DIDN’T GET US A KIDS MEAL!” Our drive home from Chick-fil-A is about 12 minutes. Here are the things that my kids yelled at me between their screaming crying fits (I kind of wish I had a video for you…go ahead and picture teenage attitudes).

Cason: You planned all this stuff, but you unplanned it!

Kinsley: You won’t let us do anything!

Cason: I’ve had enough of you, Mama! (This one is probably my favorite).

Kinsley: You’re a bad, bad Mama!

Cason: I’m not gonna talk to you at all today, even if I want something!

Paisley (yep, even the toddler followed suit): Stop it, Mama! Don’t say that!

Paxton: [silence]

You guys, I couldn’t believe the things coming out of their mouths, and then I wondered how much worse it’ll be when they’re teenagers. As I drove I took a deep breath, prayed for patience, listened to their words, and smiled a bit because it was so unbelievable. I know they didn’t mean those things, but it still hurts. I had a 1-on-1 chat with each one of them when we got home, we all perked back up, ate our lunch, and I can very much assure you I thoroughly enjoyed my Naptime Coffee & Netflix that day. Because (even more than normal) Mama needed a BREAK!

So I don’t know, my kids are pretty cute, but they are also little monstrous beings.

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And I know I wrote this to tell you you’re not alone, but can someone just tell me I’m not alone??? Because this is how I often feel….

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Happy Thursday, pals.

 

 

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