20 May 2013

That Escalated Quickly

Chris is traveling this week so I was all set to have a great time with the girls.  The plan was taco dinner, My Little Pony in the big-bed, stories, and alternating big-bed sleepovers (Charlie's turn tonight). Instead the girls were in their own beds at 6PM with no desert, no cartoons and no stories while I scraped "taco slurry" off my kitchen floor.

Long story short, despite my repeated requests for them to sit down, calm down and finish their dinners while not acting like wild hyenas, they acted like wild hyenas.  This led to the upending of a plate taco remnants followed by a nearly full glass of water.   Upon asking them to go upstairs and get ready for bed, instead of realizing that they had finally crossed the line, the two of them threw a tandem tantrum and were then banished to the bedrooms and put to bed because frankly, I was D.O.N.E.

While I feel like I actually handled it well.  No yelling or screaming, just a calm "you chose not to listen so we are done now, see you in the morning", but I am still really pissed that they actively chose to sabotage their own good time.  Why do kids do that?  All they had to do in order to enjoy a lovely evening of special girl-time was not act like total assholes and yet, here we are. 

Part of it is the vicious cycle of excitement.   Knowing that something fun is coming they get completely out of control with anticipation, inevitably leading to terrible behavior that causes a quick end to any notion of fun-time.  I also think part of it is that they know they can stick it to me when Chris is gone.  The upshot of Chris being gone for months at a clip instead of days was that once you survived the first few days of the kids making your life a living hell, a routine eventually got established and life rolled on.   While I wouldn't go back to that lifestyle for all the tea in China, this current system means I get to do all the horrible days of douchebaggery with none of the "getting on with it." 

So there you have it.  Kids self-destructed on lovely planned activities.  I am physically and emotionally exhausted.  I do not have a good feeling about the next few days here.  Time for a beer, some chocolate and an early bed-time.  Clearly I need to be in top fighting form when the sun rises tomorrow...

2 comments:

Sarah said...

I read this post and said "yes, this is exactly what I'm talking about. This is my life".
My son seems to have been replaced with a evil mutant child. I am beyond frustrated when I KNOW he can behave better but chooses not to. We are doing a lot of "fun" family activites lately that we plan with him in mind and then he acts like a jerk while we are there and it makes me want to leave him at home during the next fun outing. I just don't get it. Enjoy the activity, act like a human being. I'm doing this for you, son!!

Alexis said...

@Sarah- Exactly. I find myself constantly thinking "I will not beg you to enjoy this fun thing we planned for you" or "I will not fight with you about everything when the only reason we are here is to please you." I have this irrational desire to yell "What? Am I not serving your needs enough right now? What more do you people want?" I suppose that wouldn't really be productive though...