I am being wild and crazy and posting two posts in one day. I am going crazy! I am yet again sleep deprived. Just after getting over Mastitis, my whole brood of boys have come down with a nasty cold and now I've caught it too. My sweet adorable 5 month old has been up every hour crying pathetically the last two nights. I am exhausted. When I get tired...I get mean.
For example, Griffin was pretending to be a knight before school and was running all over the house swinging his plastic sword to and fro and screaming "CHARGE!" at the top of his lungs while he ran and attacked the couch. I am sitting on said couch nursing a very snotty Koen between his sweet whimpers when Griffin charges us with the sword. He came barreling at us and was swinging it dangerously close to me and the baby. "Stop swinging that near us!" I said in a very serious mommy voice. He then continued to swing it about 1/4 inch away from Koen's head and laughing a very maniacal laugh.
Something snapped deep within me. I grabbed the sword and threw it across the room and in a very stern voice shamed Griffin for disobeying me. He started to cry and I had little sympathy for him.
Later, as I walked him to the playground before school, I started to feel guilty for my little outburst and tried to hold Griffin's hand to make up with him. He then shamed me in front of three moms. He said...
"No ma'am, I am so frustrated at you! I'm done! I've had it!" and stomped off. Hmmm...where did he learn to say stuff like that? I wonder.