Let me start by saying this picture has nothing to do with this post other than it shows FRUSTRATION….
- Woke up to dirt chunks all over my house where ever my 15 year old walked this morning before school, there was hunks of dirt.
- Dishes piling so high you couldn’t see my faucet, they weren’t there when I went to bed.
- Laundry piles left from yesterday the boys hadn’t put away.
So I decide as soon as I am done working in the kindergarten class, I would come straight home and clean. I did just that came home started the dishwasher, hand washed the rest, cleared my counter tops of week of clutter, put that glass surface stove top wax stuff on the stove, wiped down the refrigerator, dusted the family room….. Then I VACUUMED, oh how I love to vacuum, I was super happy, enjoying myself… I mopped the kitchen and entry, the house smelled of Pinesol and looked beautiful….
- Then I notice the older boys didn’t make their bed, that’s a deal breaker in this house, if you don’t make your bed you don’t get dessert or snacks in the evening {hey it works for the most part}… I then look over at a certain 15 year olds bed and let’s say the quilt was pulled up in an attempt to “make the bed”, but it actually made me madder at his sloppiness, and the fact that he would even think I would except it.
- I then get a phone call from that same 15 year olds biology teacher informing me that he has to stay after for detention in her class…. Apparently the little dear didn’t do his homework and so he was required to stay after and finish in her class for 1/2 the credit…. He did do math homework yesterday, but never mentioned a word about biology….
So when the kids all arrive home from school I get everyone started on homework, and head out to church to continue on with the never ending hallway murals…. I try to call my hubby for a good ol’ pep talk {he is so good at those and calming my spirit when I am feeling rage}… He didn’t answer…. Oh well deal with it right….
- get to the church don’t even have my paint brushed dipped in paint and my cell phone rings… “Mom, can I go over to Nate’s? He really wants me too” my reply, “No I am painting and today won’t work” his reply, “but can’t you just come home and take me” “NO, I said NOT TODAY” {sheeeeez}
- I call home to make sure the certain said, 15 year is still doing homework {he was} for my 13 year old to tell me “Mom, the 5 year old and 9 year old have been terrible, they have been shooting peanuts out of Slurpee straws across the house, they knocked down a dining room chair, and a whole bunch of your decorations fell from the top of your hutch” “WHAT”… those that know my boys, won’t believe this, even I don’t, this is not their typical “boy” behavior… they are NOT rowdy kids???
So as I am driving home feeling even more frustrated than when I left…. I am envisioning ALL the work I did this morning destroyed… and I decide then and there that as soon as they eat dinner the two little ones are going STRAIGHT to bed {punishment}….
Dinner is over at 6:15 {it is already dark out} I tell them to brush their teeth, put pajamas on and get in bed, and if I heard one peep out of there room BIG trouble…. To which the 9 year old says, “what if a cats makes a noise”??? UGHHHHHHHHHH I want to scream….
- Still up at 6:40, taking their sweet time, the 9 year old says… “We need a shower or bath, we played outside” my reply, “too bad” He then starts crying saying “but I am itchy” me: “TOO BAD” the sobs come even harder.
- He then starts making throw up noises as he is getting himself so worked up he is about the spew his Taco Bell {I cheated on dinner}…. HE DIDN’T {thank goodness}
I tell him he has exactly one minute to get in bed and STOP his CRYING…
I am so glad it’s 7:09 pm and no sound is coming from their room, and that same 15 year old is still sitting here at the table doing his homework {since 2:30} he did stop long enough to eat Taco Bell….
I am glad this day is done….
Lipstick and Laundry 
