Recipe For Chaos

Real Stories From The Chaotic Front

Kid’s Are Like A Box of Chocolate

Kid’s are like a box of chocolate….But…just when you think you’ve got it figured out from the packaging they go and switch it up on you. Every morning I wake up to a new adventure. Each child wakes up…drags themselves to the living room…or sometimes they are coerced into the living room and I see who has what personality that day. I swear sometimes it’s like the shell game that grifters pull on the boardwalks….There are generally only a few personalities in the emotion pool, so it’s not as hard as it could be. I sit back and watch the drama unfold…I will have the ANGRY one…who is mad at me for waking them up, for not having the right cereal, at his brother for sitting too close to him on the couch…blah blah blah…There is the SLEEPY one, who no matter what you do…pull covers, wash his face, threaten…will not get out of bed…or when out of bed, will crawl up in an available couch or chair and try to go back to sleep. There is the HELPLESS one…who can not find their own clothes and shoes, can not dress themselves, poor their own juice…(you get the picture)…but worst of all…is that one of these kids…along with the above mentioned trait will have the double duty of being the daily tormentor…He will make sure that he does sit too close…will try to close the door of the car before his brothers get in…he’ll call the front seat before we’ve left the living room..will mimic the other ones… etc, etc… They do this role playing thing in a erratic cycle that has no rhyme or reason to the schedule… The only exception to this rule is Caleb. Before he morphs into one of the above he wakes up as soon as I say his name..He will jump up literally stand up..and loudly say GOOD MORNING MAMMA.!!!!..Every blessed day..without fail…I swear I don’t know how he does it…

I may sound like I’m complaining…but I’m really not.. I just have to make sure that I can stay one step ahead of them…If it is a shell game…Then my goal is to play to win…The quicker I figure out who is who…the quicker I can intervene and make sure everyone gets out the door on time, fed and fully clothed. If the kids were put to bed on time my odds of winning are pretty good. I haven’t lost a child yet. I blame this whole thing on my mother…She cursed me as a child and I’m still feeling the effects to this day…What was the curse you ask??? I’m sure you’ve heard it from your mom too…”I HOPE YOU HAVE A CHILD JUST LIKE YOU!!!!”  Thanks mom! XOXO

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November 24, 2008 - Posted by | General Mayhem | ,

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