“Mummy, juice peese”
“Mummy, done a poo”
“Mummy, toe hurts”
“Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Mummy, Thomas is broke”
“Mummy, snack peese”
“Me draw peese Mummy?”
“Mummy, Elsa dress on”
“Mummy, Elsa dress off”
Are a few examples of MOST of my day.
Now I don’t know about you, but just reading that makes me panic. Sends me into a small frenzy. Gets my heart racing. Stresses me out!
I’ve tried to be a good Mum in the 2 years and (nearly) 4 months that I have been ‘doing’ it. (I use the term ‘doing’ Motherhood very loosely – as I am not sure I am succeeding all that well).
Anyway I digress…what I mean is that I have tried my best to raise my twins to be two polite and well mannered little people. Always reinforcing that you must ask nicely, say please and thank you, and – importantly – let Mummy (or anyone) finish what they were doing before they come to help.
Except that no-one listened, obviously.
They demand from me all day. Do this. Do that. NOW! FASTER! Making me work harder than I’ve ever known. I’m run off my feet.
Patience? Ha! As Mummy I require bundles and oodles of it, all day, every day…but them? They laugh in the face of ‘waiting’. Why wait for something when Mum will run (literally) across a room to deliver it to you? You can get handpicked grapes – peeled, washed and cut-in-half, seconds after you screamed for them. How good is that?!
OK so I’m the mug. “Don’t do it then” I hear you cry. However ignoring them just angers them. Makes them shout louder…and they NEVER stop.
I’ve tried closing my ears, trying to tune them out. Getting on with something else. But it doesn’t work. They just keep going until your brain hurts. Or your eardrums quiver.
And I have attempted saying (calmly) “In a minute, Mummy is just doing this”. But that just makes them want the thing even more.
So I’m running about here, there and everywhere fulfilling everyone’s requests. I’m getting snacks, picking snacks off the floor, getting extra snacks, getting juice to wash the snack down, scooping up spat-out-snack, washing mouths and hands after snacks – and so on. The list is endless.
All for an easy life? Well…mostly to ensure that they don’t keep asking (or shouting) for more things.
It’s keeping me fit at least!
I am secretly hoping that this is just a passing phase. Except, it already seems like a very long one. Ever since they could point and grunt it’s been the same. The talking is just making things easier for them, and harder for me.
I’m done by their bedtime though. I’ve had enough of it all. The running around, the waiting on them hand-and-foot. And so when Hubby walks in the door (after a full day at work) and asks if I’ve had a chance to make any dinner, I try my best not to kick-off and swear at him.
It’s hard not to though.