As we hopped in the minivan this afternoon, she yelled out, “You don’t even love us, do you?”
“Of course I love you! I just want you to listen.”
Mind your manners.
Flush the toilet.
Wash your hands.
Stop biting your nails.
Hands to yourself.
Put your empty juice boxes in the trash.
Don’t pee on the seat.
Eat your dinner.
Stop messing with each other.
Fingers out of your mouth.
Put the cushions back on the couch.
Close the doors.
Put your pants on.
Brush your teeth.
Leave him alone.
Stop picking your nose.
What would your teachers say?
Pretend you’re at school!
I can’t wait until you have kids of your own some day!
Perhaps I’m too hard on them at times. The dinnertime hours can be so tough. Oh wait, the bedtime hours can be tough too. Perhaps there are a lot of demands. We are tough. It’s a tight ship and I have trouble running it sometimes. But I try my darndest and I love you to pieces.
Yes, I am tough. Yes, I love you. All four of you mean the world to me. The good days are SO GOOD and the bad days are still pretty good, but hard. Welcome to motherhood. I wouldn’t change a thing, right?
Please tell me I’m not alone. Let’s hear it.