Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Another successful day of mothering

down the drain.

Hey, I have an idea: let's have a bath! Relaxing, cleansing, fun. Right?

Tell that to the two tearing around the upstairs hall shrieking at the top of their lungs (now with fighting!). I warned Dude that standing up in the tub meant an automatic end to bathtime and he didn't believe me. NOW he wants to wash his hair, which I couldn't bribe him to do with all the tea in China (or jellybeans in the candy factory, which is a far more likely option). Perp didn't want to get out because she wanted to play mermaid, but I really want to get them fed and down early. So I wrestled him out, threatened her out, and now they're banging on my door and trying their level best to break the sound barrier.

TO hell with the kids, it's a wonder any of the parents survive.

I wish you could hear them. It's really quite astonishing.

2 comments:

d e v a n said...

One of those days. I wonder how parents survive it too...

Kristin said...

Yesterday we were at a friend's house for dinner. On the way there Leah lost her shit because she didn't buckle the top buckle of the carseat. Erin started crying, just because. Erik tried to get it all on his video on his phone because it was just too unreal to believe. We started giggling.