Here’s my warning for all those who have just one kid don’t have have anymore, at least not until the one you have if old enough to know better and can be a helper rather than a pain.  And for those of us who have more than one, enjoy those rare moments that they are actually fun to watch.  Obviously, the kids drove me crazy yesterday, which is why I’m ranting like a mad woman today (needed a day to recuperate).

Let start with Aidan.  The guy was up before six a.m ready to play.  I have already given up the luxury of sleeping in late, there was no way that I was going to drag myself out of bed at that gawd awful hour to watch an overly energetic monkey jump off the walls.  But, I did drag myself out of bed, only to go hand him his Leapster and ask him to stay in bed and play with it till everybody else woke up.  Of course Aidan would not have any of that.  Instead, he chucked the Leapster on the floor and threw a fit.  I just left him to his tantrum and crawled back into bed praying that his screams of rage would not wake Mark up (and mercifully it did not).  Thankfully, by the time my brain started functioning, an hour later, he had calmed himself down and was lying in bed waiting for me.  But that was not the last I had seen of the monster that he hides inside. 

At around 10 am, I decided that the boys should take advantage of the gorgeous day and play outside.  I set up the pool, and lathered Mark with sunscreen.  When I went to get Aidan ready, guess what he did… yup he threw another tantrum.  It wasn’t like I was forcing him to go outside.  All I wanted to do was put some sunscreen on him just in case he decided to join Mark and me outside.  After much difficulty, I got the lotion on him and left him to stew in his anger but he would not let it go that easy.  He started chucking things and that is when I say RED!  Although I am not a supporter for spanking, there are times when I just can’t help myself and I always regret succumbing to my anger, but I was furious by this time (waking up before six didn’t help matters either).  I smacked Aidan’s bare bottom and threw him in he room and threatened him to stay on his bed… or else.  It’s sad that I had to resort to such drastic measures, but it seemed to have worked.  Once he came out of time out, he was very pleasant and played nicely with his brother outside.

Now moving on to Mark.  The boy has learned to climb.  He is on top of everything and his favorite place to be is on top of tables… kitchen table, computer table, and the scariest place for me, the glass patio table.  It seems the minute I turn around, he is on top of some table.  My heart dropped at least twice when I found him gleefully thumping away on top of the glass patio table.  And every time I would pick him off a table he would throw a fit, lying down on the floor kicking and screaming.

So between Aidan’s tantrums and Mark’s tantrums, you can see how I can go insane!  Miraculously, they both calmed down as we got closer to midday and naptime.  I spent the remaining part of their afternoon watching the boys play together on the slip n’ slide.  It was a rare moment in my day but as I sat there watching the two monster splash happily in the water, I was really grateful that I have them, even if they do drive me crazy.  I guess, it’s those little moments is time that make having kids and giving up all the luxuries of my previous life, so worth it.