The Harrowing/Heartwarming Parent Moment of the Week

Sweet Boy#3–Found his old Halloween costume, a fuzzy dog coat, and crawls all around the house pretending to be a doggy. I have to put my foot down however when I catch him “drinking” out of Shamu’s dish with the fuzzy dog head hood.

Sweet Boy#1–Dips the sleeves of his sweater in water and then runs around the house attacking his brothers with those horrible wet sleeves.

Sweet Boy#2–Breaks the “Santa Maria” decorative ship in his bedroom and throws a washrag in the toilet.

Sweet Boy#3–Submerges a school flashcard in his painting water.

Sweet Boy#3–Threatens to cut Sweet Boy#2’s heart out with a car dealership sample key. I think perhaps we should have waited a bit to watch Peter Pan.

Sweet Boy#3–Has an accident just a couple minutes before his potty timer goes off. “Some Pee!” He shouts. I get him new undies and attack the spot with vinegar water. As I am scrubbing the floor, I wearily rest my forehead on the ledge of the windowsill…and feel wetness. For the floor was not the only victim of Sweet Boy#3’s urinary mistake. There is also a large puddle in the windowsill. And the sad thing, which only a Mom of 3 will understand…there was no time to wash my hair until I had made dinner, eaten it, cleaned it up and gotten my 3 into bed. I just had to wipe my head with a washrag and pretend I lived in the dark ages until the sweet quiet of night settled over my bustling household. Ah, motherhood. Ever an adventure.

Sweet Boy#1–I’m volunteering at his school and a little girl asks me to tell the boys table that she does not enjoy the game where they push her into the dirt. It seems reasonable to me and so I do so, but Sweet Boy#1 pipes up and explains that the girl in question was attempting to kiss them and that was against the rules and she had already gotten in trouble for that once. What to do, what to do? The crimes of first grade are never as simple as they would first appear. And so I was forced to issue the ridiculous statement that there would be “No Kissing” and “No Pushing Folk Into The Dirt”. I was so proud of Sweet Boy#1 however, for he avoided both the kissing and the shoving with cool social aplomb. Maybe I’m just an incurable Mom of boys, but the kissing upset me a good deal more than the pushing into the dirt. Weird huh? So…what is more alarming to you as a Mom? Unsolicited kisses or retaliatory shoving? Inquiring minds wish to know.