You know how sometimes you get to the point where you've just "HAD IT".
You're done. The whining, the fighting, the crying, the being silly. . . you can handle it for a little while. You can smile and pretend to laugh at the jokes that aren't funny, and you can speak soothing words about the misery over the toy that can't be found (and yes I realize I refer to lost toys a lot when I write. We lose a lot of toys here).
You can be the mom you want to be. For a little while.
But then.
Well then sometimes you've just had it.
And it might look like this:
After the fourth poop joke, you snap: Okay ENOUGH. No more jokes. No more talking. Just sit there and look out the window.
After the fifth missing toy of the day you say through clenched teeth: Too bad. Your toy is where you left it. I am not a magician. I cannot find it.
After the sixth or seventh argument over who hit who you declare: Both of you go to your bed. Take a book, and do not come out until it's time for DINNER! (Sometimes yelling on the last word just happens.)
We all reach the point where enough is enough. And we've HAD IT.
I was blessed to recently have my I've "had it" moment captured on camera. This is as real as it gets.
Okay, cause see we were at the beach-- as I've droned on and on about and you're probably all sick of me talking about it-- and we were taking family pictures. And I handed the camera to dear Auntie Sherri, and asked her to take some pictures of me and my hooligans boys.
The only way to get them to for real smile is to tickle them. And be silly. And possibly tell a poop joke. So I pulled out all the cards.
And look how well I was rewarded! The pictures were so cute.
But then. . . well then things went a little south. Because once you get these boys started, they don't just stop. As I'm sure you well know. You try and be funny, and silly, and goofy, and a "fun" mom, and they just take it too far.
Okay, boys. That's enough.
Okay quit. You're pulling on me.
OUCH! You're pulling my hair.
Aaaaaaaaaaaand:
I've HAD IT. That's my I've had it face. It's kind of scary.
(I feel you need a super close look. Like imagine you are my child and I've HAD IT with you. Yikes.)
And this is my "leave me alone" face
And this is me being done.
Oh these pictures. I kind of laughed when I saw them. Because man oh man, those boys. Sometimes they just make me crazy. Big eyed and crazy. But I sure do love them. And lucky for me, they look past the crazy eyes and still love me.
And actually I'm pretty sure the crazy eyes don't scare them at all. Because they will be right back to doing what caused me to lose it the very next day. Or the very next minute. Because they're boys, I guess. And that's what they do. . . right??
