Dinner....

I was just thinking about how often I repeat the same words over and over again everyday... Words like "Be quiet!", "Stop", "Sit down", "Eat", "Hurry up", "Slow down", etc...  I wonder how many times a day I repeat these phrases... I should start counting.  I'm sure that it's in the hundreds...  At this very moment, Big A and D are playing charades while their sister finishes her dinner.  I am sure that when I go back in the room, I will find that Little A has made very little progress with her eating.  She has now informed me that she hates spaghetti...  Too bad, because I make it all the time.  Why do kids have to be so picky?  She is definitely my pickiest eater.  Obnoxious, that's what it is.

Ha!  I started this post last night...  Tonight we went to Maddio's Pizza for a school thing.  Instead of food issues, I had disappearing kid issues...  Always issues.  I told the kids on the way up there that if they didn't behave, they would not get to go to the yogurt place next door.  Well, what do you think happened?  Of course they didn't behave.  Well, Big A behaved, it was just the other two that were the problem.  They were doing okay until I told D that he could go say hello to his teacher then come right back...  He never came back.  Some kid came up to me and asked me if I had given him permission to go BEHIND the building...  NO!  I had not!  Behind the building is a gas station on a very busy road!  I went up there looking for him, and couldn't find him, so I went inside to look for him. In the mean time Little A took it upon herself to disappear as well.  I looked all over for them, and finally found them back behind the building running around with a bunch of other kids....  Needless to say I was livid.  Not only did they leave without telling me, but they could easily have been kidnapped or hit by a car.  Only Big A got frozen yogurt.  D proceeded to throw a fit about that, and we had to leave.  Little A didn't put up a fuss about not getting anything, I think she was afraid I might kill her when she got home...  Why can't I ever have one meal in peace?  That is my question.

It is no wonder I am single, and will probably always remain that way.  No one in their right mind would want to even attempt to take on me and this crew.  I am difficult enough by myself...  These children are way too much to ask anyone to tackle.  One of my friend's kids told his mom the other day that it was like I have six children--  Big A equals one, Little A equals two, and D equals three.  He nailed it.  I'm in way over my head, and I always will be.  I went to dinner tonight in a pretty good mood...  Then immediately had two people back to back tell me "you look tired"--- Gee thanks.  Then the night ended with yet another fit from my son.  I give up.  My good mood is gone, and I'm tired now.  Oh well another day in my life...