Yesterday both of my children behaved horribly. It was one of those days that make you question your parenting ability. Maybe I’m not cut out for this merde?Stella has been having an off-week. Sometimes that just happens. It makes me crazy, mainly because I can’t pinpoint why it’s happening. Other than Tuesday, which was pretty brilliant, her behavior chart has not been stellar. It’s been crap. There’s no apparent reason for it. She’s not sick. She’s been eating well. Nothing unusual is happening at home. She’s been sleeping. She has just made poor choices this week.
Felix, normally my “good child” – and yes, I hate that kind of terminology….”easier child” is definitely a better term – went to school and came home with not 1 but 2 behavior reports. There was also one from the end of March that somehow I had missed. In March he was hitting kids with a 2″ diameter stick. Yesterday he was Preciousing a tin can full of seashells, becoming absolutely enraged if anyone even tried to look sideways at it. It resulted in 2 trips to the office. Really, dude?
Needless to say, my heart was in my toes driving them home from school yesterday. Then I remembered how awful I felt about Stella being pigeon-holed by these blasted dots and charts. And I remembered how sweet and charming Felix typically is. And I recognized that they haven’t been getting enough outside “kids being kids” time. So while I cooked dinner, I decided to send them to the
back yard mud pit behind my house to play. I made them put on their boots. Little did I know the dirt pile where our deck used to be had the consistency of quick sand. Boots quickly became stuck. Stella began sitting in it. Felix, being his odd little self, did not and stayed somewhat clean other than his hands and one ear.
I really didn’t care. Until it came time to somehow get them inside without absolutely trashing my house. It was an epic battle. There was cursing and crying and one time out. At the time, I can say it wasn’t worth it. I was just tired, frustrated, and overwhelmed. They say it takes a village. Yesterday I couldn’t find a village. Not even another villager.
Today, with most of the evidence evaporated, it was worth it. Both kids slept very hard and long. I’m hoping they’ve reset and can behave themselves reasonably well while out in the world. Today is a new day. Hopefully today will be a better day.
Wit that said, I’m hitching up my big girl panties and I’m off. I’m going to put Fugazi’s 13 Songs on repeat and try to make these groundwater reports my bitches.