I haven't been writing anything recently, but I have a very good reason. I have become a mother of three. (Only one child is actually mine). I have become responsible for the care of my nieces. They will be with me until December of 2008 and I have had them since August of this year. Their father is in the U.S.M.C. (marines) he has been deployed overseas.
It has kinda been like instant family. I have been on the point of pulling my hair out by the roots. When you have two 5 year old and a 4 year old just about anything can happen on any given day. Like hitting, biting, pulling hair, arguing over who has to clean the playroom, saying mean things to each other, and etc. If you have more than 1 kid you know what I mean. I have been raising my 1 child for the past 5 years and I never realized just how easy I have it. My husband will help out when he is not at work but the major battles are all mine. When the kids moved in with us it was a big adjustment for everyone but it was hardest for my daughter, who has never had to share anything including moms attention. She was taking it pretty well until recently and has now reverted to the most dreaded attention getter, whining!!!!!!!!!!!!
My nieces has of course had a difficult time with the whole process, they really just don't understand what is going on and have resorted to some amazing attention getting tactics. Destroying toys or furniture was one of the best I have come across so far. One of them has been spoiled her entire life which is only four years, but boy oh boy does she let you know she is spoiled. She cries when you ask her to do the simplest things, she doesn't get her way she throws a full blown temper tantrum, or even yells I HATE YOU!, but he best yet with her is the gagging herself to throw up to make you feel sorry for her and think that she is sick.
I have had a very easy time so far, oh yes indeed. But I am trying to make it work. I am having to adjust just like everyone else in this house, and maybe eventually I'll figure it out. But of course by the time that happens they will (hopefully) be back with their father.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Just wanted to share with all the moms out there
Dear Santa, I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground. I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color,except purple,which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy"to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother ,"because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, MOM...!
P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.
*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mommies you know
Here are my Christmas wishes:
I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color,except purple,which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy.
If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.
On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says, "Yes, Mommy"to boost my parental confidence, along with two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your brother ,"because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.
If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.
If you don't mind, I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.
Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.
Yours Always, MOM...!
P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.
*Santa has asked that this gets passed on to all the mommies you know
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