I've been known to throw a real doozy of a tantrum in my younger days (like last week) for not being able to find what I want when I want it and need it, like RIGHT NOW because I have to head out the door or I'll be LATE!!! Toothpaste has been thrown. Doors slammed. Yelling. Silent treatment.
But now I'm a mature adult that is in charge of the house, laundry, homework, groceries, yard, tools, etc. And, just so you know, I think that alone entitles a grown-up to ice cream for dinner & staying up late if they darn well please. So, as said mature responsible adult, I have a bone to pick. Since when did I become the scapegoat for all the other people I live with? Big & little people with the exception of the tiniest (so far).
This week, Brooklyn decided I am 100% against her and "you don't love me" as I was in the middle of helping her get her homework done & whipping up her favorite snack. She was stomping around, trying to find her glasses (which she had left on her dresser rather than in her backpack) and I, I!!!, was responsible somehow for her not being able to find them!
Clay is convinced I hide his black dress socks for fun and blames me at 5:30 in the dreaded A.M. after making him breakfast and while taking care of the shrimp himself who had thrown up all over himself and the crib. WHAT?!? Like I have this special basket stashed in a deep dark closet of things people really need, but I like to stow away because it makes me giggle really hard when I come across them and think about how much they COULD get used and how much they are missed. Don't tempt me people.
What is going on? I'm quite certain I never behaved/behave this irrational when I'm upset, do I? It's kind of cool to be the center of the universe, in your home at least, because you know if anything ever happened to you, people would miss you and think of you a LOT. And it's nice to be able to kiss away tears and bring a smiley face to a person who had a bad day. But it also has this sickly downside where you are the scapegoat for all that does not end up in perfection. Boo to that.
But now I'm a mature adult that is in charge of the house, laundry, homework, groceries, yard, tools, etc. And, just so you know, I think that alone entitles a grown-up to ice cream for dinner & staying up late if they darn well please. So, as said mature responsible adult, I have a bone to pick. Since when did I become the scapegoat for all the other people I live with? Big & little people with the exception of the tiniest (so far).
This week, Brooklyn decided I am 100% against her and "you don't love me" as I was in the middle of helping her get her homework done & whipping up her favorite snack. She was stomping around, trying to find her glasses (which she had left on her dresser rather than in her backpack) and I, I!!!, was responsible somehow for her not being able to find them!
Clay is convinced I hide his black dress socks for fun and blames me at 5:30 in the dreaded A.M. after making him breakfast and while taking care of the shrimp himself who had thrown up all over himself and the crib. WHAT?!? Like I have this special basket stashed in a deep dark closet of things people really need, but I like to stow away because it makes me giggle really hard when I come across them and think about how much they COULD get used and how much they are missed. Don't tempt me people.
What is going on? I'm quite certain I never behaved/behave this irrational when I'm upset, do I? It's kind of cool to be the center of the universe, in your home at least, because you know if anything ever happened to you, people would miss you and think of you a LOT. And it's nice to be able to kiss away tears and bring a smiley face to a person who had a bad day. But it also has this sickly downside where you are the scapegoat for all that does not end up in perfection. Boo to that.
8 comments:
Oh, holy AMEN!! :) Ha ha ha!! That basket stashed in a deep dark closet is sounding like a good idea. You know, just for kicks! Because it is OH-SO-FUN to be blamed for anything that goes missing. And Sean wonders why I'm a little anal about inventoring Ethan's favorite toys/cars on (at least) a weekly basis. It just saves me a headache when Ethan goes looking for his Bumblebee transformer and knowing I just accounted for it within the past 48 hours or so.
All that being said, look out! when I am missing something. We may be cut from the same cloth in that regards. I CANNOT let it go until I find it. Sean has learned to just get out of the way! :)
Happy hunting!!
PS: I have to say, I am usually not a big fan of auto-start music on blogs, but because of yours, I discovered a new song by Feist (Mushaboom) and am in love with several songs by Mindy Gledhill! Exactly the type of upbeat, but chill music I like to have on during the day. Thanks! :)
AMEN!!!! I can't tell you how many times a day I say the words "that's not my responsibility" and "how is that my fault?" to my kids. I'm pretty sure Lo thinks I'm supposed to possess the ability to magically know when she's going to be too busy daydreaming and move furniture and doors accordingly so that she doesn't run into them.
"Don't tempt me people." HAHAHAHA!!!! YES! I totally lost it on my firecracker this week...same story....I've just spent the ENTIRE Saturday morning accommodating him and trying to soothe him when his best friend (whom he had not seen in three weeks) was not answering his phone. For some reason I was the jerk who was not letting him have any playdates, even thought I said numerous times "Call ANYONE. I will even drive you wherever you need to go. I also really want you to get to play with friends today."
When I lost it I actually yelled to him that I would drive him over to David's house so that he could punch David in the face, because DAVID didn't turn his phone on, DAVID didn't return calls, DAVID wasn't available! It's all HIS fault, NOT MINE!!!!!
So that was something for the Awesome Mom of the Year Award. Take notes. I'm winning.
Next time it happens just tell them it's because we raised you.
Jennifer-HAHA! I LOVE that you inventory his toys to dodge the doghouse!! I was dying.
Cheri-Can I punch David in the face? Haha! I can't believe it and I can't stop giggling!!
Kiersti-I almost peed. I have to constantly tell my children to look in the direction that their feet mare moving. It's a flatout miracle that neither has suffered a concussion so far finger crossed.
Dad-so you're volunteering as the scapegoat? Temmmmmpting.
gosh, this is just so true. i still get calls when i am out even "jess, where did you put my (wedding ring) (wallet) (car keys) (favorite white socks) (fill in the blank).
i think now i have gotten really anal about noticing where everything is at any given moment & i have become exactly like my mother: "dresser, 3rd row down, under the socks with the black and grey stripes, SUCKAS!!!!"
anyways, just love you girl. please come to gno next time. for the love! i've been wanting to have a deep convo with you for too long!
ps. evie was walking the dogs! YES! she holds the leash.
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