Yesterday we had a fabulous family day out with friends. Well it was fabulous in my head before we left…
I sent a message my friend Mel on Sunday morning asking if they wanted to do a BBQ in the park. It was going to be a great day. We packed the Territory with the Weber Q, chairs, nibblies, ice blocks, cricket sets, footballs…
I had my new fluro maxi-skirt on and wore my comfy thongs.
It was supposed to be a great day god damn it… Look at these photos – it was meant to be awesome! We tried to make it awesome.
If I’m speaking the truth and not sugar coating my day, the kids were little sh*ts. They wrecked my whole day. Wrecked every little bit of it.
How do they know how to play us? How come they know they can say and do anything they like when hundreds of people are around?
You can pump them up, give them the talk, ask them to behave (and bribe them) in the car on the way to an event (and they will assure you they’ll be good), only to realise half an hour in to the day it would have been better to stay at home??
No one was happy yesterday. No one could get along. I’m looking at my husband in despair, he’s looking at me. I wanted him to do something, but what could he do?? You can’t grab them by the neck, you can’t yell. You smile through your teeth saying “wait until we get home.” Boys are strange creatures. So freaking aggressive! They wrestle, punch and yell. They yell at each other and the yell at me.
My eldest is exactly like me. We are the same person. This is why we find it hard to see eye to eye some days. He never backs down and is very competitive - that’s me all over. Ha!
So in our house we’ve said “never again are we going out as a family“. The kids can sit at home bored and yell and fight here. It’s much easier to deal with them behind closed doors!
I know you’ve all been through it. Kids are painful in the supermarket, at a school function, at Christmas lunch… they never ever behave when you need them to.
This is not the first time they’ve wrecked my day and it won’t be the last.
Little darlings, little angels…. NOT
You can never make your kids do what you want when it counts… It’s like Murphy’s Law or something.
C’mon, you know it too. It happens! Tell me about your little cherubs?