One of the things I hate about being an adult, not to even mention being a parent, is the fact that you really can't have a good, quality temper tantrum. One of those things that doesn't necessarily make a bad day any better, but helps to relieve some of the stress that is coursing through your blood. Yesterday was just such a bad day. I woke late, after sleeping poorly. Can't even blame it on the baby, who is a really good sleeper. (As a side note, she has started needing to have a good cry about 9 or 10 - she cries for about 30 minutes, and is totally inconsolable, and then drops off and sleeps well.) My kids were all grumpy, and G has become a wild man. He won't walk when he can run, throws himself off the sofa into flips, and loves to aggravate E non stop. All day long, I heard her crying again and again. The two biggest were fighting non-stop, and consequently lost their gamecube privileges. (yeah, we got one, and I already hate it. We limit it lots. I hope the excitement wears off soon!) To top it off, it started to snow.
Snow for a kid is really cool. Playing outside, building a snowman, throwing snowballs - you really get a chance to let off some steam, and I think that's really important for kids. But snow for a mom just, well pardon my french, but it just sucks. There is no other way to say it. Snow tracked in the house, with a side of dirt when it melts. Lots of wet laundry. Icy roads, so we can't even go out to get a bite to eat or roam the stores. Well, we could, but growing up here my whole life I have almost zero experience in driving in snow and ice, and I don't want to chance it. I know that our four inches of snow is really no big deal - relatives from NY scoff at our struggles. Give us a hurricane, though, and we are at our best!!
So, my mood just got blacker and blacker last night. My hubby took the kids out sledding - we are the only people around who have authentic flexible flyer sleds, and a van big enough to carry the neighborhood, so when it snows we have a million kids here. They came back about 2 hours past bed time, two crying, one yelling, and one happy as usual - M. Then it was up to me to get everyone in bed without damaging their minds any further. I REALLY could have used a temper tantrum about then. I fantasized about dropping to the floor, pounding my feet and really letting loose with a good howl. I held it together, though, and got everyone to bed. Hubby and I watched a movie - Johnny English, very funny, but NOT for kids - which improved my mood somewhat.
I think all adults should be allowed a tantrum, at least once a week. Kids seem to have it down pat - get mad, let it all out, and move on. Maybe there would be less physical violence in the world if we were all allowed to be a kid once in a while.
Today is a new day - let's hope it's a better one! Hubby is off work, so that is a positive right there!