You Kids are KILLING Me!
Yeah, it's the kids that stress me out. Riiiight...
Have you ever had one of those conversations that aren’t really about what you’re talking about? The true meaning is conveyed through innuendo and subconscious body language, etc. Sometimes we just blurt out a phrase that’s not the truth at all.
This morning, when the teenager woke me because she missed the bus, ‘You kids are KILLING me!’ was what popped out of my mouth.
We’ve all laugh at the sitcoms and comedies that depict a frazzled parent. As I add kids to my own family, that stuff gets even funnier.
Who could get mad at a 'Steampunk Mad Hatter?'
It was mostly in jest that I said ‘You kids are KILLING me!’ But it also had nothing to do with them…
The past three days at work have been nothing but, for lack of a better term, sheer hell. Murphy’s Law was not only in full effect, but it threw me on the ground, kicked me in the ribs, spit on me, picked me up and knocked me down again.
Nothing seemed to go right. The associates under me didn’t seem to want to follow direction, and what’s worse, they didn’t want to think for themselves and come up with their own solutions. For anything.
After 3 15-17 hour days of this, (without a full lunch break mind you, I’d finally break down and have to get something to eat and sit for 15 minutes) one gets a bit … irritable.
So when I got home last night, and Calli ran to me and said, ‘Daddy home!’, I was very happy to see her, but I also felt like collapsing into bed. So, as these things go, last night was one of those nights where she was awake every ten minutes asking for milk or a toy or just generally not wanting to sleep.
At one point I remember, in a sleep deprived haze, saying, ‘Can’t we just got to sleep?‘
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The thing that kept me going through those tough days of going in early and staying late was the fact that when I was done, I would be off for nine days of vacation. Awesome. The first day I planned on sleeping in until dinner time.
Alas, I have kids. So when Kat shook my foot, wrenching me from blissful slumber, and I saw her hovering over me, I knew it meant one thing: she missed the bus and needed a ride. Go away kid, ya bother me…
The point of this post isn’t to complain, rather, I’d like to point out the dangers of bringing home the attitude you may have gotten from work. Don’t take it out on the kids.
As a general rule, I don’t. I usually unload everything on my wife, (which is fair, right?) and play with the kids to relax. I don’t yell at them because I’m frustrated with something else … most of the time…
So I’m throwing this out into the Universe to remind myself, I’m off work now. I’m on vacation. Time to exhale!
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HA!, I take it out on the dogs LOL
Kudos!
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Sounds like you’ve had a rough 3 days…Now you have 9 days of enjoying your family….lots of questions from Calli….lots of missed buses..and baby poop…Gotta love that! I remember when you and Corey were little. I used to love to look into your faces. All stress vanished…Your smiles and giggles and the things you would say. One of my favorite memories of you was going into your room in the mornings with you standing in your crib and singing..la la bu dah la ba…and ending your song with your arms way outstretched holding the last note of your song…” la ba daaaaaaaaaa!” You are a rock star! That was the most perfect start to my day! YOU…just being happy …YOU..and so happy to see me! Nothing in this world is better than those sweet memories of your children! You can sing to me anytime….I would still love it and I love you!
Wow! What a rough three days you had. Glad it’s over! When you’re that beaten up it’s hard to take joy in your kids, but I’m happy you have nine days to enjoy the heck out of them. Kids may not let us sleep, but can fill us with so much joy miss sleep can be tolerated. When my children were young, I was so lucky to able to stay home for seven years. I slept when they did. Now I work full time and when I get to this point I go upstairs and veg out and decompress. Otherwise, I’m just witchy. Here’s to a wonderful vacation!
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Anyone know a site for parents who are REALLY being ‘killed’ by their kids?
My kids (4 and 6) are killing me. I’m getting angrier and angrier, more and more volatile, greater and greater mood swings, out of scale reactions, total lack of humor, what feels like depression growing like a cancer in them midst of my being, talking to myself constantly in an endless litany of complaint about the kids and life with kids……………
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You? You are doing okay, you’re going good.
Arthur, I’m not sure about a site like that, but, and I mean absolutely no offense by this, I think you need some kind of help.
What concerns me is your mention of anger and volatility. Are the kids misbehaving? Maybe you need help with them? The important thing is that you do something, anything to cool off before you really do something you regret.
I’m in no way a psychiatrist or trained professional, but if ‘unloading’ helps, feel free to email me at justin(AT)howefitz(DOT)com.
Hang in there!