Apparently I have entered the winter of my children’s discontent. I don’t know if it’s post-Christmas let down, pre-deployment wind-up, the near-constant state of runny noses and coughs, or just some seriously bad ju-ju… but I have never seen my kids so collectively grumpy! It seems like an hour can’t go by without one or more of my children crying and screaming about something. And so much fighting! Even as I typed the previous sentence, the tiny oasis of quietude that had been bought with a liberal dispensing of snacks was shattered by the four year old’s wail of displeasure, followed immediately by the fifteen month old’s whine of distress, which leads to the three year old’s scream of battle, capped by the six year old’s argumentative grumbling… and so on and so on.
I don’t have any answers, and I barely have any morals to the story. I figure there is a lesson in this somewhere, or some character development… but quite honestly I almost think I would trade the character development for a good set of earplugs and several more boxes of tissues.
They fight over snacks
they fight over toys,
they argue ’bout everything,
I can’t take the noise!
There noses are running
Their whining won’t stop
When night rolls around
I’m ready to drop.
I know it’s a phase?
I’m sure it will pass
I feel like a student
who’s failing the class.
But oh how I love them
They still make me smile
I know they’ll be little
for just a short while
I need five quiet minutes
to re-count the joys
That I know come along
with raising four boys!
(and two tylenol would help too!)