One of the things that I (we) are trying to work on with the Triplets is lashing out. If you have or have been around kids you know what I am talking about… The retribution that comes from a perceived (real or not) offense to them or someone else. In short… REVENGE! It can take many forms but it usually comes in one of two… physical and verbal. Neither are OK.
The physical we have dealt with since an early age. Tit for tat is now oneupmanship. You push me, I hit you. You take my toy I throw another one at you. But now I find myself (ourselves) in the middle of the verbal “cursing” as a friend calls it. The funniest I have heard was actually directed at a friend from one of her sons. One day while in time out he told his parent “When you fall down I am going to laugh at you.” It is sometimes hard not to laugh and sometimes difficult to resist tuning them up.
Then it hit me. It actually hit me a 5:15 am this morning. I have taught them this. I lash out at them sometimes when they “get my goat” as my Mother says. Princess did it this morning. When I say this morning I mean SEVERAL times this morning. Four times I awoke to her standing next to me crying and one time her kicking the FIRE out of me. Why the crying? That is what added fuel to the fire.
- “I want to sleep with you” Then get in the bed.
- “When I went potty some pee-pee got on my leg.” Then wipe it off with toilet paper.
- “I want to sleep with you but Jackson is in the bed” Then go get in bed with Mommy.
- “I need to go potty, will you go with me?”
She kicked me after #1 and I then moved to her bed. Of course Dash later joined me in her bed just to get me a bit more riled up:) After the last one I snapped. I said “sure, why not. I am now tired and awake so you have to deal with a grumpy Daddy today. Congratulations.” I didn’t yell it, I didn’t call her names but it was lashing out just the same. Sure I could blame the lack of sleep (I did not get to sleep till 1am because of some stuff I was working on for Church and a class I am putting together) or the fact that she seems unwilling to go to the potty by herself. Oh, she can but she doesn’t want to. She likes to have Daddy get the seat on the toilet and put the step stool there for her.
But alas, as I tell the kids. You are responsible for your actions. Others cannot “make”you do things. So there I was/am… being convicted once again by my own words.
Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first.
Ronald Reagan (1911 – 2004)
The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they’re okay, then it’s you.
Rita Mae Brown