My kids were excited. I was excited for them. It should've been great fun. Donald was out of town...how dare he miss the excitement?
Eggs were spread all over the lawn.
On your mark.
Kids were running everywhere...like mini-Hoover vaccuum cleaners sucking up as many eggs as they could get their hands on. It was chaotic. It was over in two minutes.
Ella tells me that she wants to do it again. I tell her that it's over and we can't do it again. Her response: 'I didn't get enough eeEEE-GGGGGGGGGGGGSSSSSSS!!'
"Well, Ella, if you got them all, no one else would have any and they would be sad. You can't have them all, you have plenty."
[stomping feet] 'But I want mmmOOORRRRe!! I only got SEVEN!!!'
[taking basket away] "Now you'll have none because you've acted so ugly."
Evan didn't really care...but she cried all the way to class. Sigh.
And that drama wasn't enough.
When I went to pick the kids up after church, Evan wasn't where he was supposed to be, and Ella put me on hold because she wasn't finished playing with play-dough. I wasn't holding for her to clean it up...I was holding for her to make more teddy bears. I explained to her that when Mom comes to get her, it's time to go...everyone is hungry and ready to come home. She didn't care. I told her bye and walked out of the room - that got her attention. She cried, but she found her shoes and followed me out of the room and said, 'I DON'T EVEN HAVE MY PAAAAAAAAAAAPEEERRRRRRRSSSSS!'
What is her problem today? I wondered. I took her by the arm to the restroom where we had a 'hands-on' discussion...she stuck close by from that point.
During all of this, Evan was in the lobby with my grandparents. He was running around crazy. By the time I had dealt with Ella, he was going from room to room picking up toys. Papaw tried to get him to return a toy; Evan just threw the toy down and plopped in the floor. I got him to do it, but he wasn't happy about it.
We made our way back towards the doors, stopped to put on jackets and Evan ran off again. I found him at the other end of the preschool wing, sitting in a rocking chair, laughing and having a great time. By this point, I had HAD it. I picked him up, all 34lbs of him, and carried him the rest of the way out.
I don't know if they have spring fever. I don't know if the moon was full. I don't know if it was because daddy was out of town. But I DO know that Satan found a way to push my buttons and ruin my day...he used my kids.
My granny said, 'This too shall pass.'
I said, 'I hope it passes in about 10 seconds because I'm about to resign my position as mother.'
I did tell the Asst. Preschool Director that I was about to quit my job. She looked at me so puzzled, she knows I don't work (full-time outside the home anyway). The job I wanted to quit at that moment was being a mom.
My grandparents helped me get the kids to the car. I got them in and Papaw told them that he had never seen that side of them and he was not happy with them. He told them that they have to obey mommy. He gave me a big hug which sent me into tears. It was bad. Before we pulled off the parking lot, I stopped and told the kids to look closely at the tears they had caused. This sent Ella into tears, and Evan said, 'Aw, don't worry. It's ok mama, we sorry.'
If hubby had been home, I can assure you that I would've left the house for the afternoon for some sort of 'therapy' alone.
I am not proud of this, but it happened.
And I think most moms have 'those days'.
Well...maybe not June Cleaver.