Regretfully, I have not been very nice this evening. I’m all hot and bothered about this dumb writing stuff, and I’m taking it out on everyone around me. Poor Gabe. Poor Livi. Poor Ava. (Nina’s been too busy throwing her own fits to notice mine.)
After supper, we traipsed around the Metro Gardens for awhile. That was mostly fun. Then we were on a mission to find something at Barnes and Noble (long story). Nowhere to park. I take the girls in while Gabe drives around. Finds a spot. He and Nina play with the Thomas the Tank Engine set while I look for cheap paper dolls for the girls. Finally found some. Our deal was $10. They found some to share for $4. So, I told them they could each spend $3 at Target.
Well, prying Nina off the Thomas table was a task. She threw a bloody fit all the way down the escalator and out of the store. Funny, I was just browsing through some of the not-yet-mom surveys today and recall some of them saying how annoying it is when mothers can’t keep their children from throwing fits in public. I told Livi and Ava no Target, but Gabe surprisingly said, let’s go–Nina will be fine. (Yeah, right)
She was fine–for five minutes. She wanted out of the cart in the toy aisle and cried when I wouldn’t let her run away with a Sponge Bob ball. The One Spot was being cleaned out, so there wasn’t anything fun there to buy. And there is NOTHING at all in the toy section for $3. Livi got a blue composition notebook for 97 cents. As a last resort, we went to the Halloween section where Livi got candy necklaces and Ava got a pumpkin Pez dispenser and a light-up ring pop. Then Nina noticed some jelly beans, and the fit-throwing resumed.
For the second time in 30 minutes, I lugged a screaming toddler out of a store. Someone really should teach me a lesson in how to discipline children. There’s no excuse for this. I shouldn’t be allowing this kind of behavior–at her age!
So, I want to write some really good stuff for this book, and I want it to be funny. I have good moments, and I get on a writing roll. Then I have nights like tonight where nothing is going right, and I yell at my oldest daughter for sniffing while I read to her sister and her before bed. Heaven forbid that she sniff. (She forgave me. That’s all settled.)
I have a favor. I know a lot of you answered this question on the survey, but I’m looking for 1-2 sentence answers to this question: What was your most memorable moment of your labor and delivery? Funny is cool, but it doesn’t have to be. You can leave a comment or message me. Thanks!
I thought for sure my bad mood would have disappeared after writing such an uplifting blog. Where did I go wrong?