Say What?!

Why didn't anybody warn me about 3 1/2... a little heads up wouldn't have hurt! Seriously, I'm scared! If this is what 3 looks like god save us all when she hits 13! I was so proud of my husband last week, Avery had gone into the kitchen to ask for something and he said no. She stomped into the living room and he was on that shit so quick I didn't even have time to react. "Hey"! he said, "we don't act like that! If your upset, fine, but you will not be stompin around here, that'll be the first and last time that EVER happens, got it?!" I was like, Daaaammmmnnnnnn! Shut It Down! I always feel like the bad guy, I do most of the disciplining around here and it sucks! She'll get in trouble or I'd ask her to do something and she gets a lil tantrum, once she calms down I ask her why she did what she did, through tears she squeals out,  I just love my daddy! Or I just want my daddy, and it used to piss me off! Like.. really? I'm here all day playing, feeding, turning shows on, taking your ass to the park, and because you're in trouble you want daddy?! That's some Bullshit and that's not the reason you're acting up, I'm sorry! But I can't show her it gets me so I just say... me too or daddy will be home for dinner! You have no idea what kind of self control that requires, because... what I wanna do is snatch her little butt all over the room. She has no idea how lucky she is cause some kids are getting their lil ass' handed to them! My girls got AT TI TUDE okay! and that Death Stare she serves up could put fear in a grown man! She's also started saying, OKAY NAOJ! I'm like...say what?! Or I'll ask her to do something and she'll yell, I don't want to!! or shake her head wildly. HOLD MY EARRINGS! Cause we bout to fight!! I'm so ready for this stage to be over, I'm not getting enough sleep to deal with this shit during the day. All I'm gone say is... Someone coulda warned me.

On a lighter note, we have been getting out of the house more, the sun is shining and the birds are singing. The baby goslings and ducklings are are all around the Lake and it's so peaceful. The girls LOVE being outside, the sights and sounds transfix Berkely and everyone is always happy. B is just a different baby outside, she's adventurous, quiet and smiley. I have been walking around the lake and then hitting up the park afterwards and everybody gets what they need, we get out of the house, and B naps better from the fresh air. It's all positive. I'm still trying to work out my system, anytime I add something to the mix, it throws me for a few weeks. So right now I'm running late to just about everything, there are just not enough minutes in an hour, before I know it 2 hrs have passed! It's like I'm working and making work at the same time, as I'm trying to get out of the house many things are taking place. Avery is under my feet asking me questions, B is crying, I can't find something, I still need to  clean up the bathroom, the kitchen, my bedroom, the clothes need to be put in the dryer, or a load needs to be started, toys are being pulled out, someone shit their diaper, someone put their shoes on the wrong feet(last week was a "f it" lets just go, and winded up trippin on the way into the park, go figure), Avery is whining, I still need mascara on and oh! deodorant! I mean the list could go on... It's like fuck me runnin', where did the days go of getting out of the house without a Dreamworks Motion Picture! But I do it...and it's getting easier. I'm learning what works and what doesn't and on those days that I chose to ignore what it is I need to do, I've got two little ones that remind me, consistency is key, and if I'd take my ass to bed at 10p, I could get my ass up earlier and get it ALL done!

It's 12:50 right now... it's a vicious cycle. But ooooohhhhh is it quiet ; )