If I could change one thing about myself (other than my lack of cleavage) I’d ask for more patience. This past weekend I needed more than ever. Let me lay out the scenario for you…
I’m alone with the boys, and both are clamoring for something to eat. It’s already 6 p.m. and I’m trying to fix a damn doorknob, pick up toys and figure out what to have for dinner.
“Mommy what are we having for dinner.”
“How about Mac and Cheese?” I ask with trepidation, wondering if today will be the day he actually likes Mac and Cheese.
“Sure, that sounds tasty,” he smiles. “But only the kind on the stove.”
Ugh…no short cut Easy Mac for my connoisseur. Fine, but the baby needs more protein so I decide to make Old School Mac and Cheese (you know with tuna in it). I dish up E’s first sans tuna, making sure he has plenty, and get everyone settled down to eat.
In a split second E is finished.
“Can I have more Mac and Cheese?”
“I have some, but it has tuna in it.” I say nervously, knowing this will lead to a pouty face.
“I don’t like tuna.” Enter said pouty face.
“I know. I can make you something else like oatmeal, chicken nuggets, cereal…what do you want?”
“I WANT MAC AND CHEESE.”
“I don’t have Mac and Cheese. I have oatmeal, chicken nuggets, cereal. I can make you any of those.”
“Just go to the store and get me some MAC AND CHEESE.”
“Umm, not happening. I can make you anything else.”
“I WANT MAC AND CHEESE.” Insert grouchy face and tears.
“I already told you I don’t have Mac and Cheese.” I say my voice rising. “Why don’t you go to your room and settle down. When you can talk normal you can come out.”
E stomps out of the room. I take a deep breath and look at G who has a perplexed look on his face, and seems to be saying “WTH, big brother.”
In less time that it took to exhale that deep breath E was back.
“Mom, may I please have some Mac and Cheese.”
I think at that point my brain separated from my body, and I lost it.
“HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU I DON’T HAVE ANY MAC AND CHEESE. THIS IS IT. THERE’S NO MORE. NOW EITHER DECIDE IF YOU WANT SOMETHING ELSE OR GO CLEAN UP.”
Ugh…was that just me yelling about Mac and Cheese. Shit…
Later while I’m cleaning up the kitchen, G starts fussing a bit (past his bedtime.)
“Just give me a minute G I just need to finish this up.”
Then I hear it the words that snapped me out of my stressed, grouchy and frustrated mood.
“It’s Ok G, sometimes Mom gets upset. She just needs a timeout.”
Ugh…that’s right E. Now it’s my turn in the timeout chair.
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