Tuesday Quip: Mom Tries Hard but “Dad is Great”September 26th, 2012 | Posted by in Laughter and Disaster | MaMa Moments | motherhood | parenthood | parenting | Tips and Quips | triplets
It’s only Tuesday and already it’s been a long week. The kids are still struggling to get in the back to school routine and, well, I am too. It’s exhausting! Each day starts with dragging them out of bed, forcing them to make those beds and then rather unceremoniously shoving them out the door to the bus. Each day ends in a frenzy of “Did you do your homework? No, you can’t play the Wii. Why didn’t you eat your lunch? Where is your library book?!” And so on until we shove them back into those nicely made beds.
I decided tonight would be different. My husband had to stay in the city for a work-related event and I decided to make a concerted effort to be the kind, patient, supportive Mom I want to be rather then the tired, cranky, nagging Mom I often am. I have to say, it kind of worked. Not in a gold star kind of a way but in a “greatly improved” kind of a way.
After a quick dinner of “dinner eggs” (see, I told you there would be no gold star!), I ushered my four youngest kids out to the yard so I could have some quality time with my third-grader — the one who is most often on the receiving end of my bedtime barrage of questions. Instead my typical yelling and accusing as I dash to and fro with pajamas and toothbrushes in hand, I sat down and I listened. And he talked. And he told me why sometimes it’s hard to finish all his homework. And he told me what he would like to eat for lunch. And it was all very reasonable. And we both felt good.
I then called in the little ones and asked my big guy to curl up with a book while I got them ready for bed. We actually had fun as we put on PJs, brushed teeth and picked out a story. Separating “big” from “little” worked like a charm. Everyone felt like they got a piece of this tired, stressed-out Mama – and apparently, they like that!
Then I looked at the book they chose. Want to know what it was? It was called “Dad is Great.” I kid you not. I don’t how or when that propaganda landed on the bookshelf but boy, did it ever burst my bubble! I mean, of course, their Dad is great but really, do we need to dwell on it tonight of all nights? Tonight would have been a good night to read “MOM is Great,” is such a book exists. If not, I’ve changed my mind. I want that gold star!