Tonight, I think I would have given my children away to the first passing band of gypsies. No, scratch that, I would have paid a passing band of gypsies to take them. Joey took over an hour and a half to do a piece of homework that should have taken him 30 minutes in a worst case scenario. What could possibly have been so difficult...alphabetizing 12 words. That's right. All he had to do was alphabetize 12 fucking words and write 5 sentences. Grrrrr...he hates to do it so he argues, bitches, moans, and kvetches every time. I tell him to number them in order before he starts to write the list out and he NEVER fails to ignore that. Then he acts like someone has commited a heinous crime against him when he has to erase the list and fix it. He got cub scouts taken away from him tonight and was in bed by 8 pm.
And, then there was Gabe. Sweet faced, sweet tempered little Gabe was a hellion tonight. He has hit that bossy, 4 year old stage about 8 months early. And, when he gets tired, he even thinks he can tell me what to do. He's got another thing coming. He was ignoring me, climbing things, and beating on his brothers. I told him to stop climbing things and jumping at his brothers. I told him if he didn't stop, he was going striaght to bed. Do you think he stopped? Hell no! So I grabbed him, told him it was bedtime because he didn't listen and he promptly burst into tears.
Life got much better after 8:05 pm when both the younger boys were in bed and out of my hair.
Time for a glass of Pinot Grigio.