I should have known the under current was brewing~slowly coming to a boil.
It is 79 in our home despite the air conditioner being set at 74.
Beads of sweat line my hair line.
If someone came with a special thermometer made to measure attitude, I do believe the inside temperature was probably closer to 105.
If I had to make a measurement of my own, I would say tonight ranks among our top 3 worse evenings for parent child interactions! It started the moment I picked them up....whining~fussing~crabbing. I drove to daycare thinking it's pretty hot outside maybe we will stay in make supper and get the play dough out tonight and make something really cool together. {dreamy positive interactions were far from in my stars tonight}
I know not how to describe the crying tonight.
I have not the words to describe the intensity.
I can only jump into the story.
It went something like this....
Kadence dozed off on the way home. I woke her up and carried her in, crying. I sat down in the rocking chair with her, which exacerbated the crying, which results in her arching her back and melting off my lap to the floor.{you all know this move right, the don't hold me, don't put me down move} Once she was on the floor oh that only made her madder, which resulted in throaty screaming and kicking. As a mom you try to pick them back up which only continues the cycle.
Cohen starts whining about how hungry he is and that he will ONLY eat a grilled cheese. I make a grilled cheese balancing a crying Kadence, who is also holding a monkey, baby, blankie and cup, on one hip.
I provide Cohen the grilled cheese which results in of course crying that he wanted chips and salsa.
whew
deep breath. Big deep breath. chant to self: They are tired. They are tired. You are the adult. If you don't remain in control who will.
He told me he was running away to Texas and that I would be alone FOREVER!. I asked where he would sleep in Texas, that I would be sad to see him go, and I hoped he did not have to sleep in the ditch on the highway and he said he would stay up all day and all night. I said geez I hope you can find something to eat in Texas. He said "I WILL MAKE FRIENDS." Deep breath.
From there things are a little fuzzy until our peaking 105 moment....
Cohen is still mad and says and I quote "I HATE YOU. I AM GOING TO FUCKING SHOOT YOU."
I know!
You think you are shocked? You think you are appalled that I even typed that on here?!
Hello my 5 year old just said that!
To my face.
I can't breath.
{Where in the world would he have heard this?!}
I can't speak.
This of course did not go over well....although it did elicit an "I'm sorry."
To which I replied. Thank you for apologizing. You needed to do that, but you are still in trouble.
Just picture lots of crying and screaming and kicking here!!!
I put him in bed and walked out. He gets out of bed..REPEAT! and repeat. and repeat. and repeat......
One of those times I put him in bed and he requested to watch a movie.
I, of course, say no, to which I get this "I want to watch a "f"n" movie!!"
REALLY!?!
REALLY?!
Did I really just hear it again?
DID I?!?!??!
This is when I am repeating this in my head "you are the adult. you are the adult. Respond DO NOT react. RESPOND DO NOT REACT."
Create a calm yet stern appearance while rage is boiling inside.
Swat on the ass and I AM NOT a spanker! Man I am not a spanker. {I was out of..ideas I guess. I had no idea how to stop this viscious cycle we were in.} No movie we do not use that word.
From there it went lots of ways..kicking, yelling {I hate you} or the I'm going to run away to Texas.
Most of that conversation took place toting a fussing 2 1/2 yr old who was still toting her own monkey, baby, blankie, and cup.
Beads of sweat.
Rage.
Control.
Doubt.
Fear.
Saddness.
7:35pm Cohen is asleep. No supper. No movie.
.
Home for one hour forty minutes.
I can't sleep.























