Well, I'm officially out of the running for the "Mother of the Year " awards, and its only 7 days into the new year!
Considering I was chasing my two boys around the kitchen like a raving lunatic with a hockey stick yesterday I might have a chance at the "Loony Bin" mom awards.
How did all this begin you might ask?
While the boys were having a short school break, I was doing laundry and changing the toddlers bum. I hear a loud crash from my family room and proceed to run to see what treasured decorative thing has been added to the list of things broken in my house!
It was a glass vase on the fireplace mantle, nothing expensive because well who owns expensive things when they have a houseful of boys?!
When I saw my two guilty boys holding hockey sticks yet again in my living room, I went ballistic!
I grabbed the hockey stick out of the younger boys hand and proceeded to chase my boys into the kitchen with it like a mad woman.
They were laughing at me. I'm not sure if it was the foaming at the mouth I was doing or the huge vein pooping out of my forehead that spurred them on.
Either way I was swinging and they were dodging! I obviously tired out quicker. The toddler thought it was a game probably because of the squeals of amusement out of his big brothers mouths.
Apparently I was the only one who was serious about the whole thing. After I calmed down I promptly dished out their discipline for playing hockey in the living room which had already been forbidden. I now am the proud, temporary owner of 2 beautiful hockey sticks and I have 2 very sparkly toilets.
Later on in the afternoon when I was cuddled up on the couch with them reading our history book , I humbly apologized for losing my temper. Being the very sweet boys that they are, they forgave me. My 9 yr. old looked at me and said "Momma remember those verses you told me the other day again from proverbs?" " Love covers over a multitude of sins, and a fool allows himself to get angry, but a wise person keeps themself under control."
Yes, ahem...I remember.
Good thing Jesus forgives mommas too.
So that poem I posted two days ago proved to be true yet again.
Humorously, I watched my two yr. old chasing my two girls through the kitchen with his mini-stick until he was promptly apprehended.
Um...er...not sure where he got that from...