Smiling Mom

Anyone? Can you help me… I know I heard something about a day where you send your kids back from whence they came? Know when that day is? I hope I haven’t mis­sed it this year.…hmm.

Lately, eClaire throws a colos­sal fit when she wants to be held, but you refuse. Which she wants con­ti­nually, and I refuse often.

BC, on the other hand, has been oh so much bet­ter. I hope you caught my sar­casm. He has been unu­sually aggres­sive, and hos­tile this week. He growls when angry, which isn’t terribly unu­sual, but always lands him straight to time out. This grow­ling thing, that has ear­ned him the nick­name Ebay, has now morphed into a growl–phpppbh. Oh, lets talk about disrespect!

Today in Costco, BC took my cell phone, the sole item kee­ping eClaire from mel­ting down com­ple­tely, away from eClaire, and when I asked him to give it back to her, he tur­ned the oppo­site direc­tion and chuc­ked it out of the cart.

If anyone tur­ned and saw my reac­tion, but not his warran­ting action, they must have thought I was one of those moms who should be shop­ping at Wal­mart. You know the ones! They scream at their kids, call them bad names and make very public sce­nes? Well, all I did was grab BC, sit him in the cart very firmly, and lea­ned close to his face, telling him that his actions were not accep­ta­ble and he was not to dis­res­pect his sis­ter, or me that way.

Oh, you should have heard the wails! “And the award for best Dra­ma­tic Moment goes to… BC.”

When we got home neither one of them would eat the din­ner I made, baked chic­ken with feta and red bell pep­pers on top. It was pretty good! But alas, my sweet dar­lings wan­ted to go to bed hungry instead.

eClaire, for the past two nights, has taken to screa­ming, hys­te­ri­cally, on the top of her lungs. She, who is the easiest baby to get to go to sleep, now refu­ses to go to sleep. She usually goes down early, like 6:30 p.m. early. But now won;t to go to sleep until her brother is in the room with her. Tonight she screa­med for just under an hour before I finally caved and took her out of her room. When I put her back in twenty minu­tes later, with BC, she cried for maybe 30 seconds, and went to sleep. Grr.

Like in the movie, Bad Boys 2, I rub­bed my ear­lo­bes with my fin­ger­tips and chan­ted, “Woo­saw, Woo­saw”

So when is that natio­nal give back day again?