Ever get tired of parenting? Well, Nels and I are really imperfect so we definitely do! In my perfect world, we just wouldn’t. We’d be composed and patient and sweet and say “yes” every time one of our kids invited us to play a game, no matter how active it was.
But alas… we live in the world… with jobs… sleepless nights… stress… stuff… and sometimes we’re horrible parents 🙂
And this is what it looks like sometimes…
The other evening Nels and I were dividing and conquering. I bathed the kids while he made dinner. It was an especially fun night because he was making sushi 🙂 We had been excited all day for this treat. As we finally get all of the jammied kids to the table, he lays out the sushi and all of our special dishes of sauces and such. And let me tell you- this man can cook. His dinners are far superior to mine.
Well… that day instead of giving our kids a real lunch, we gave them muffins. That’s fine, right? And then instead of snacks in the afternoon, we gave them… nothing? (oops… there’s that horrible parenting right there).
So we sit down and everyone (especially Ollie) is STARVING. Everyone begins to inhale their food. And Mr. Ollie… he’s going for the gusto. He hasn’t quite learned how to close his mouth when he eats so it’s a sight to see. Roll after roll… dip after dip… rice everywhere… vegetables falling out of rolls… It’s actually quite gross.
Nels and I look at each other, a little less hungry than we thought after watching the Sushi Monster take over the table… Stress rises… Neck hair stands on end… Nels and I look at each other and in his eyes I can see he’s pleading for some relief in this “family dinner.”
Suddenly Ollie looks at him and verbally says a bunch of jibberish… “waddadjell”
Nels looks at me and (out loud) says “Haha, sounds like he just said ‘what the hell'”.
Taylor and I start cracking up. It really had sounded like that. And we’re so desperate for the comic relief that the giggles just bubble up and start escaping.
However, Taylor being the very responsible brother that he is, looks at Henry (our 3-year-old) and says “Henry… don’t say that, ok?”
To which Henry replies “Haha! What the HELL?!”
Stunned at this ability to pick up on the things we wish he would not, I turn and hide my face- bursting out in laughter. Taylor does the same. Nels scolds (gently- I mean, it was his fault after all…) and dinner continues.
So that’s some stellar parenting for everyone to chew on!
On the days that you’re tired of parenting, or working, or whatever-ing… just throw in a little “What the hell?”
It has the ability to make your mood ‘just right’.