My friends warned me that five kids is way harder then four. I didn’t listen. And actually, it isn’t the total number of kids that is hard. My oldest three kids remain a walk in the park. The problem is the almost three year old combined with the two week old. Well, maybe just the three year old. Haha. Just kiddin’, Kitty. I love you.
But, maybe we need to see other people. It’s not you, it’s me. No. It’s you. It’s how you constantly sneak into the garage to play in the cars. Or run outside to play when I’ve told you not to.
There is no backyard or fenced in area that I can release Kitty into without needing to be right by her side. We only have front yard and I can’t let her play out there on her own because she is a naughty little monkey and always very curious.
Anyway, I will be feeding the baby and hear the mudroom door close. Kitty has escaped again. So, I drag her back in the house, sit down to change a diaper and hear the front door slam. Argh!
She is kicking my butt. And when she isn’t sneaking out of the house, she is stealing food out of the fridge.
So, the kitchen is always littered with cereal she has dumped out, frozen strawberries that she stole from the freezer and then got bored with, water she has dumped all over… It’s great.
And the tantrums… they do not stop. Try getting her to take a bath in the morning after wetting her bed, I dare you. Or brush her hair. Or get her dressed in something she doesn’t want to wear. Every day I tell myself, “Do not scream at Kitty today. You’ve got to keep it together.” And then I spend most of the day not only yelling at her, but needing to repeat to myself, “I do not spank my children. I do NOT spank my children.”
I’m a really good mom.