Thursday, December 8, 2011
Just the Bad Kopp. ... Good Kopp has the Night Off
Ugh. ... for the record, any post that begins with a grunt is not going to be good. I hit my wall of frustration last night. ... doing 75 and with out my seat belt on. ... and it hurt. It was Gina's last week night yoga class before taking some well deserved baby leave and I am so grateful. We've suddenly pulled in to the "two year old" pit stop and reinforcements are needed to survive things like bed time. I don't want to call it the terrible two's because it's not. There's nothing "terrible" about them. ... it's more like the "less than ideal behavior at moments" two's. ... the LTIBM's. ... no. ... that's not going to stick. ... I'll think of something better. The last week or so they've just been wound up, their attention span is like that of a hummingbird and their listening. ... well. ... they might as well be brick wall because that's what I feel like I'm talking to some times. They're also pulling the potty card like crazy. ... but only when it's supposed to be bed time. As soon as that last night time story book closes it's "Daddy kahka." You're familiar with the little boy that cried wolf? Well, they're not. Of course, I'm not going to risk the accident so off we trot to the bathroom. After 5 minutes if no one has gone (and sometimes they do - in fact, usually at least one of them will do something to justify the trip) we close up shop and head back to bed. Of course, right when we cross the threshold of the room it's "Daddy, kahka again." ... this is where you start placing your bets. Is she telling the truth or bluffing. If she's bluffing I've got to deal with crying and fighting. ... if she's not I get the same result plus I have to clean up shit. So last night, I gave them the benefit of the doubt. And the wolf failed to show. So we redressed and headed back. Then I got the "where's Momma" card. Nearly every Monday and Wednesday night since the day they were born she's been teaching so it's not like Daddy solo is something new. "Momma's at yoga honey, you'll see her in the morning." "No yoga Daddy, Momma home!" "Not tonight sweetheart; you need to go to sleep and you'll see her tomorrow." Then Genevieve jumps out of bed and runs out of the room screaming "Me go yoga, me go yoga!" I chase her down and in the process Arianna starts screaming from her bed "Me kahka again Daddy, me kahka again, please!" Now, if they add a "please" to the request it's usually for real so I take her (and Genevieve by default). 10 minutes go by and not one drop, fart or even grunt. I'm really steaming by now. They are obviously just pulling this card to get out of bed and I'm not having any more of it. I cart them back to their room where they start wailing as soon as they're in their beds. I'm not supposed to be the mean guy. I'm not supposed to be the one who threatens the illusive "dada's" but there I am, making empty threats that I know I won't keep just hoping they'll bite and settle down. Of course it didn't help and a lot of it has to do with the fact that they were a little sick. ... at one point Genevieve, eyes weeping like Victoria Falls, tried to hiccup and scream at the same time and all that came out was a snot bubble the size of a baseball. Her eyes crossed together and widened in alarm as she looked down at it sprouting out of her nose. So then we were at the sink trying to calm her down with a wet rag and clean it all up. Let me just jump through to the end (two more potty trips later) where I clicked on their light and made them look at each other. "Does Sissie look like a good girl right now?!" I demanded. Genevieve shook her head. "How about your Sissie, does she look like a good girl right now?!" Arianna stuttered a "no". "Well you are both good girls, and it's time you started acting like it." With that I snapped of the light and left the room. A few whimpers persisted but with in 10 minutes they were both based out (and neither one had moved when we did our final tuck in around 11) and I felt horrible. I don't like feeling angry with them. I don't mind frustration, but when frustration boils over to angry. ... I feel like I become my father - the one person in the world I want most never to be like. So I basically moped around till bed time and now have to wait the rest of the work day until I can see them and hug them and kiss them and do all of the things that I should have been able to do at bed time last night. Parenting is hard. ... and we're going to add one more to this bag of mixed nuts?! Ugh.
at 8:45 AM