My boys have been incredibly naughty lately. It didn't help that I had a horrible headache yesterday. They ran wild most of the day because it was all I could do to not be sick. In general, our schedule has been off for over a week. So, my boys were WILD and LOUD.
At 4 a.m. Littlest (almost three) came in wanting to get up. I escorted him back to his bed. As I was leaving the room his flashlight came on. He was going to read a book. I foolishly told him to go to sleep. "But I waaannttt youuuuu Mooommmmyyyy." So, hoping to get him back to sleep I climbed into his twin bed and laid down with him. "IIIII waaaannnt to sleep ooonnnn yooouuu." So, the ever accommodating mother that I am, and not wanting to wake up Biggest in the top bunk, put a pillow across my midsection and we fell asleep. Fast forward to 6:45 a.m.. Biggest (5) is now awake and knows he is not allowed up until 7. He, unaware that Mommy is below, starts kicking the bed in the hopes of waking up his brother. This is his new trick for trying to get up early. He wakes every morning with the hope it will work, but doesn't want to risk getting in trouble for asking. Instead he sends Littlest to ask.
me: "It's not time to get up. Don't wake up your brother."
Silence.
Five minutes later. Kick, kick, kick.
me: "It's not time yet. Knock it off."
Silence.
Five minutes later. Kick, kick, kick.
me: "If you wake up your brother I will spank you."
Five minutes later little noises start coming from above. Littlest wakes up. It's 7. I give up. Everybody up.
I get them breakfast and head back to my bathroom to brush teeth. My hubby is still in bed. He has an eye appointment this morning.
husband: "I don't know why I'm so tired this morning, come back to my bed."
me: glare. i can already hear teh boys arguing over who is bumoing the table.
Fast forward. The children have finished breakfast. Husband is at his computer, I am at mine looking through some loan paperwork before making my breakfast. Coffee is brewing.
SLAM, SLAM, SLAM. Squeals of delight.
me: "Boys! Settle down." (They have already been remind a bazillion times this morning to lower their voices.)
SLAM, SLAM, SLAM. Sounds of the plastic knight sword hitting the hard wood floor and toys flying echo down the hall.
hubby: "What are you doing? It sounds like you are breaking toys!"
Biggest: "I'm just petting my dog (favorite stuffed animal)."
SLAM, SLAM, SLAM.
I get up, assuming I am about to see poor puppy getting knocked around. As I walk out of the office I see both boys, Biggest with the sword and Littlest with a plastic red bat raised above their heads and a line of plastic toys beneath.
me: "What are you-"
SLAM, SLAM, SLAM. Toys go flying.
Toys are now in the garbage can. Boys sent to their room. Biggest punished for lying. After time out was over they had to remove every toy from every room of the house and put it in theirs (remember the wild yesterday when Mommy was out of commission). I then decided our only hope was to get back on schedule.
We settled downstairs (step down living room). Biggest in one corner cuddled with doggy and his fleece spiderman blanket, littlest with his kitty (also stuffed) and his ABC fleece blanket. I reread every memory verse we've had since the fall on good behavior and the way we treat others. Biggest dutifully repeats them as littlest gets up and down and up and down trying to get comfortable. When I am satisfied they get the point I move on to our book of fables and folk stories. I get one page into it when littlest, up for the tenth time, slips and comes crashing mouth first into the glass coffee table. Lip split, blood coming out, wailing. I get a wash cloth, give snuggles and get him settled next to me, with kitty and continue to read. We read one more story and then the phone rings. It is Mimi calling about the gift I am to bring to Z's party this afternoon.
The boys are relatively quiet. Phew, it worked. But I know better than to tempt fate and stay on the phone for long. Boys started making birthday cards for Z. Phone rings. It is my mom. She is in a chatty mood and as she's had a rough time lately, I want to be a listening ear.
The boys start picking at each other. Activity is increasing in intensity. Wailing begins. Apparently Littlest's baby doll (long story) leaped out of Biggest's hand all on it's own and clocked Littlest in the head. Biggest gets sent to his room for lying again. He smirks and asks when we leave for birthday party. I warn him that he is very close to losing birthday party today. I leave the room. He, using child radio with microphone at full blast, screams at me. I walk back in and remove microphone - that he has been reprimanded for using to yell at mommy several times over the last few days, and tell him that it is now going into the garage sale pile. He yells at me, "I'll buy a new one then." I again remind him not to yell at mommy and No, he will not buy a new one. He very snottily says, "We'll I'm going to buy the clone gun then." (Horrible toy that makes very loud laser shooting sounds and is not allowed in my house)." I deal with this response as well. Knowing that I should pull the party, I give him one more chance. Mimi is my best friend and this is My only chance for a semi-break all week. In the meantime, Littlest has knocked sticky plate left from breakfast onto the floor. I ask him to pick it up. He runs away. I ask him to pick it up again. He ignores me. I take him by the arm and guide him back to the plate. He sets his ball in the plate while he is wiping the floor. Now ball is sticky. Biggest, who is now out of timeout and has apologized for talking back and for hitting his brother, offers to clean the ball. I thank him and help Littlest with the clean up. Once released, Littlest heads to the bathroom and throws his hands into the water filled sink. He, in record time, douses himself, his brother and the floor (all around the newly repaired, uncaulked toilet that I was going to take care of before leaving for the party). Both boys now squealing and throwing water. Mommy looses it. Boys are sent to their room. No Party Today. Boys are spending all day in their room only to come out for meals. Littlest is currently napping and biggest is sitting on a blanket in the family room with 2 toys and orders to not leave the blanket. Mommy has gotten an amazing amount done since the banishment of the boys.
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