Still dying of summer cold. Waaaah!
My head hurts so bad. Sinus headache, drippy nose. I just want to sleep and wake up feeling better. Why is sleeping never an option in my life!
I’m having a hard time getting the kids to just go play. They want to cling to me, and because Misha and Mariana are clinging to me, my own three do the same. I’m going crazy.
I can’t even go to the bathroom and pee because our 1903 original doors don’t lock. They just keep flinging the door open. I got angry at them, so all five stood outside the door and banged on it, peeked through the key hole, and cried. REALLY?
I’m not going to survive much longer with no space. I can’t breathe. I’m tripping over a cloud of children every move I make. Walk upstairs, five children follow so close that I step on them. Walk into the kitchen, same thing. Every. Single. Place. I. Go.
I have set out fun toys. Played with them and then tried to walk away. Taken them to the pool, where they hang on me. Taken them to the park, same thing. I don’t mind giving them attention, but I need personal space for like five minutes. Misha is sitting on my lap while I’m writing this hitting the computer screen because he cannot be convinced that this laptop doesn’t have a touch screen. I give up.
I’m sure it seems worse than it is because of this stupid cold. I can go lay in bed, but if I do then five children will be crawling on me. That’s worse than just staying upright, I tried it.
Last night I was completely fed up with the lack of break so I told them all they could go outside and play (on the swing set, on the trampoline, in the play house, i in the sandbox, with sidewalk chalk, on bikes and scooters, with balls, or for a walk around the block) or they could choose to go lay in bed.
We’re struggling with getting Misha and Mariana to listen. I tell them in Ukrainian, and they understand, but they just say no and laugh. Too bad that doesn’t fly in this house. There has been some seriously maddening willful naughtiness happening too. Dumping out food then stepping in it, or spitting out mouthfuls of food in random places in the house and smearing it, throwing trash everywhere, refusing to eat only in the kitchen or outside and dumping out food and drinks on the carpet on purpose then laughing and laughing. Not ok. So not ok. Also breaking toys on purpose then laughing. Why?? It’s like they are testing every single boundary. I’m not tolerating any of it, not even for one second.
Thankfully Mariana seems to be past the hitting and biting while laughing, once she realized it was absolutely not tolerated. Hopefully we can get past the food disasters and toy breaking too before I go insane.
They are eating only snacks and nothing else. I keep hiding food and they find it when I’m not looking. (During the only three seconds they aren’t glued to my body!) So when we go to the grocery store tonight I’m not buying anymore chips, crackers, or cereal. They can eat fruit, cheese, nuts, and regular meals or starve. Hopefully that will also cut down on the spilled food everywhere, and the trash. I’m sure I’ll be finding smashed fruit all over the place next.
Of course they aren’t totally bad and miserable. I’m just venting about the frustrating moments. There are good moments too!
It’s kind of like having infants. They don’t know anything about the way our household works, I didn’t raise them and teach them our ways gradually. It takes great patience and persistence. Yes, it sure does.
Anyway, here are some funny pictures we took before getting in the car to go to lessons yesterday. Ignore poor Henry’s hand-me-down peach diaper. He wasn’t dressed yet…