The 9-year old daughter is crabby (but knows everything, and knows we are all wrong all the time). The six-year old son's goofy sense of humor and knack for imitating his sister's voice is pushing her over the edge. Me? I am hanging on. Barely. Wine and chocolate time cannot come soon enough each day, and my quest to cut back on the days of the week I indulge in these soothers has been abandoned indefinitely.
I have decided to play a little game unbeknownst to the small people here to help me focus on somethings other than the heat, the dislike of a/c and what it does to my body/mind (ie: smoky voice and headaches/mental autopilot with a stuck dimmer switch).
So, in the spirit of all things Olympic (as we get closer to the Summer Games) and Olympian (as I make the effort to not be crabby and to make the summer adventurous and fun for my family), my first little quest for sanity game is this: The Quiet Game.
It is easy to fall into the yelling trap. Kids not listening when I've asked them (nicely and repeatedly) to make the beds? Yell. Kids roughhousing and bugging each other AGAIN? Yell. Kids (see a theme developing?) oh forget it, you get the picture. It's not all them either. I have just gotten lazy with the heat and stopped working as hard as I could with being the sort of mom who doesn't yell. My bad.
Today, I will use quiet when I want to yell. Count to ten, zip it and move on, ignore, whatever. It should be interesting to see what effect it has on the rest of the house. (Although, wine and chocolate might have to start at noon to win this game.) Tomorrow, I'll let you know how it went.
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