Feel Free To Lie

Just tell me that SOME DAY, SOME GLORIOUS DAY, I am not going to be running around chasing my child trying to get him to put some mother grabbing clothes on while he screws around and runs away and jumps on the bed and turns on his piano and laughs and then  STOMPS on my foot so hard it brings tears to my eyes.

Anyone?

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6 Responses

  1. This too shall pass. 🙂

    I find my kids go through about six month phases. Six months of being docile, loving children. Then six months of devil spawn. With three kids, one of them is always in a devil spawn phase. These phases usually coincide with the start of the Fucking Threes, and the I’m Selling You To The Nearest Gypsy Fours. We just started the Lying and Thieving Fives.

    But don’t worry, it always ends with a nice down phase before starting the next one. Ice cream helps.

  2. I PROMISE it will pass. Then you will come to the days of them wearing DIRTY clothes many days in a row that sag past their butts where you see their boxer shorts all the time, but hey, at least they’re dressed!

  3. um, I still have an 8 year old boy that needs MUCH prodding to get dressed in the AM. sorry….

    but I have a5 yo girl who willingly gets dressed without much verbal encouragement at all….

  4. I’ve taken to saying, “It doesn’t get easier, it just gets different.”

    although i will say that I am, in general, much happier with a 6-year-old who can hold a conversation and maybe play a board game or two, than a toddler who’s just a big mess of unreasonable and needy.

    on the other hand, said 6yo just shouted, “you are a dum-dum doohead with poop all over you!” So there’s that. (At least he wasn’t talking to me, he said it to someone on tv.)

  5. I have recently discovered your blog and enjoy it very much! This post made me laugh out loud! It reminded me of the recent shoe debacle at our house- where my 22 year old rocket scientist/absent minded professor got all the way to the movie theater with our whole family of 8 and realized he didn’t have any shoes with him! Sadly, this is not the first time this has happened, so I now keep a spare pair of flip flops in the trunk!

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