I couldn’t leave that last post up for too long. Wallowing in paralyzing frustration is only allowed for one day!
So on the brighter side…
This is how Simon says “Thank you, dear Mother, for changing another messy diaper. And for faithfully applying rash protection. I know it can’t be much fun for you.” The more violent the tantrum, the more sincere he is in his gratitude.
When my kids whine about having to put away their clean clothes, what they’re trying to say is “Thanks Mom, for buying our clothes, and then washing them and folding them neatly.”
The gagging noises at the dinner table were a special way of saying “Thank you for making sure we never go hungry, and that we eat healthy meals together as a family.”
And when someone, who did not want to re-do his chores until they were done right, yelled “This is the worst day of my life!” I heard “I’ve had a pretty great life so far! Thanks, Mom.”
It’s a good thing I speak their language.