Thursday, February 9, 2012

My kids own me so bad

So I might have been FB venting about how difficult my kids have been the last 24 hours.  I like to think I'm one of those who 'rarely posts this kind of thing,' but who am I kidding?  FB is really only good for complaining about shit, bragging about shit and spewing political shit.  So, back to my complaint.  A wise friend of mine joked (?) that, "Your kids own you so bad."  OMG, she's so right.

It really hit me on the way home from the gardens today, when my daughter cried for twenty. five. minutes.  Over what injustice, you ask?  I wouldn't turn off the radio.  See, I started to get wise last night.  It starts out with petty little bribes, like "Oh, you don't want to put your jammies on?  Let's turn on your favorite show while we change you!"  "Oh, you don't want to listen to this song?  Let's find something you like!"  "Want one of those things that Mikko has?  Let's see if he'll share (he always will)?"  I woke up some time last week and realized that despite my de facto ban on princesses, somehow, one slipped through and she's inhabiting my preschooler.  DAMN!

Another wise friend of mine recently said something to the effect that life is much easier when we figure out that EVERYONE is winging it.  It's true.  I don't have a clue what I'm doing!  I have a sweet happy kid one week, even if bribes are to thank, and this week I have a Gorgon!  And, apparently, bribes are to blame!

So what do I do now?  Apparently I just make her cry.  I might take my kids to the liquor store later and make them buy me wine.  Lots and lots of wine.