Marvellous Shmarvellous

Marvellous Monday quickly turned into “You’ve got to be freakin kidding me” Monday. Things started out beautifully, but I must have jinxed myself by verbalising it in my blog. Damn it. My day ended up going a little something like this...

“Sophie, watch out for your brother”. “Sophie, watch out for your brother”. “Sophie, watch out for your brother”. “Sophie, watch out for your brother”. “Sophie, leave your brother alone!” Seriously, I must have said this at least 1000 times!! I don’t know what happened to my beautiful daughter who listened to instructions, used her manners and responded to threats of time out by fulfilling whatever the initial request was. Instead these days, I have a ratbag child who says “I want this” and “No” all day long and for some reason thinks she can do whatever she wants whenever she wants! I am utterly exhausted by the constant behaviour modification required day in and day out!!

Then there’s Elliott. As I’ve mentioned before, he is my nightmare child. He cries and whinges 90% of the time and nothing pleases him. The catch is of course, he can be quite lovely, pleasant and happy for every other human on the planet, but for some reason he is just horrible for me. Yesterday was no exception. He whinged ALL DAY and only had two 45 minute sleeps! He also fell off my bed head first onto the tiles. He fell off the lounge head first onto the tiles and he fell out of the back door of our single story home! Luckily his face contacting the exposed aggregate concrete broke his fall. To top it off, he’s cutting 4 teeth at once by the looks of it (I can only guess from the glimpses I see in his mouth...the dent on the side of my finger from his vice grip bite has taught me NOT to stick my fingers in his mouth to find out). Poor little guy, he had a rough day, but this doesn’t make me any more tolerant of his whinging. I know that sounds awful but he should just “woman up” and suffer in silence. Amazing how soon the “man sick” attitude develops.      

The icing on the cake for Marvellous Monday was when Sophie decided she had to help me feed the dog, Toby. She put the dry food in his bowl and then thought he should have a treat and have the tuna cat food for dinner (he loves the stuff). I poured the minced tuna in his bowl and Sophie declares she will take it outside to him. It all happened so fast but she ended up pulling his bowl off the bench and spilling the tuna EVERYWHERE. It was all over the stools, the floor and Sophie, freshly bathed, dressed and ready for bed, Sophie. Sigh. Back to the bath with Sophie, Toby inside to clean up the floor and Glen 20 out to get rid of that horrid tuna smell. Yuk!

So all in all, Marvellous Monday turned out to be only Marvellous Monday Morning. Oh well, things can only get better...bring on a Terrific Tuesday J (there’s that optimism again)