Winter and I don’t get along so well. It’s been dark cold and rainy for only three days and I’m already waiting for crocuses to pop through the snow that hasn’t fallen yet and herald the coming spring.
I’m telling you this as the backdrop to how I came in with a sleeping child in my arms and three backpacks dangling from my elbows cold rain dripping off everything and the kids said, “CAN WE WATCH A MOVIE MOMMY?”
And I said, “Sure, give me five minutes to get settled and then I’ll set that up for you.” I started unlacing my boots.
And the kids said, “CAN WE WATCH A MOVIE MOMMY?!?”
And I said, “Yes, but I really need five minutes to get in the house and get settled. Then I’ll set up your movie.”
I got the boots off and started hanging up the pile of wet coats and hats by the door.
“CAN WE WATCH A MOVIE MOMMY?!?!”
“I need five minutes to get in the house. Then I will set up your movie. Please do not ask me again. I do not like the whining.”
I picked up the soggy mail they’d trampled over in their rush in the door, and started up the stairs.
“CAN WE WATCH A MOVIE MOMMY!!!!???!!!”
Now. Nothing makes me feel like a worse parent than yelling rude words at my children. I don’t think I have ever told them to shut up before, and I hope I never do again. That sucked. We all stared at each other.
The little one said, “That was too loud for my ears, Mommy.”
“I’m sorry. I still need five minutes, though.”
I put myself in time out. Rio pulled out a book and actually read it to her sister, because OMG that child can read all of a sudden hallelujah.When she finished I came back in the room and apologized for yelling at them.
“That’s OK, Mommy,” Rio said. “Every grown-up makes that mistake sometime. Even kids make that mistake. Serena and I made that mistake this morning and yelled at each other about pancakes.”
My kids: they’re pretty awesome. I must be doing something right, even if its hard to tell what on a rainy gray grumpy day.