Some times, my eldest daughter acts as if the sky is falling. A splinter is in fact a log in her finger, and the distant look her sister gave, clearly means she hates her.
She is the truly the exaggeration queen.
Sometimes, my second daughter, gets angry. So angry that she wants to hit someone or something or yell at them right in the face. On more than one ocassion, it has been me at the mercy of her wrath.
Sometimes, my son gets so upset, he just gives up. If I say, ‘no you can’t play the iPad,’ he interprets that as ‘no you can’t do anything except for sit in the corner and look at the wall.”
It’s more than a little dramatic.
Sometimes, my littlest girl will just ignore me. Because she is tired and grumpy, and who wants to be hugged or talked to when they are like that.
Sometimes, my kids, they drive me crazy.
Until I remember….
Sometimes I act as if the sky is falling. There is homework to supervise, ballet runs to do, dinner to cook and fights to break up. In that moment life is so busy and crazy, I wonder how we make it through the afternoon.
Sometimes, I get so upset, I just give up. Tell me there are no onions half an hour before dinner, and I don’t want to cook. Because who could possibly cook without onions?
Sometimes, I just ignore people. Strangers, friends, my husband, my kids. Not because I want to be rude, but because I am tired and grumpy, and I just want to be left alone.
Sometimes, someone on twitter says they are having a rough day, and I provide them with some great advice.
Sometimes I realise that I should actually listen to the things I say.
Sometimes I realise that not only are my kids not perfect, other drivers not perfect, and Boatman not perfect, but that I am the most imperfect of them all.
Sometimes I realise that the biggest change, and the most important difference I can make, is with me.