After blogging about whining yesterday, I settled in for a "do nothing day" because I was, frankly, exhausted beyond reason. We've had several late nights this last week, but I've still been getting up to exercise at 6AM each morning (minus the weekend). Then I've got myself a nursing baby who still nurses once a night. So, there you go. Exhaustion. Beyond Reason.
I was feeling rather guilty for sitting on the couch, holding Baby, knitting baby hats for the County Hospital. Well, not for the knitting or the holding --just the sitting. I did the bare minimum interference with the kiddies (i.e. feeding them when they crawled in with hunger pains, ignoring their whining, laughing when they asked if we could go camping right then, etc.). Then I heard the words:
"Mom, #3 has permanent marker and it's on the wall."
Chaos ensues. There was crying (me), yelling (me), crying (them), the throwing away of markers (me), the crying over markers (them), the total loss of comprehension and complete freaking out that has long been waiting to erupt. [Luckily and surprisingly, there was no physical contact whatsoever. Since I'm trying to spank less, this was a huge, HUGE moral victory for me.] There was IMing with DH and the vomit of emotional baggage was spewed forth into the Internet airwaves. (Does the Internet have "air"waves?) Worried for my safety, the safety of our marriage, and the safety of the children, DH came home early from work.
He found #3 cleaning off the wall (very badly), discovered it was #1 and #2 who got the markers down in the first place and discovered #2's drawing. There was constant surprise at how many places they had drawn on the inside and outside walls. There was further punishments of "cleaning" and "stay in your room". There was relief when DH found paint in the garage that matched the inside of the house and the outside of the house.
Did I mention this is a rental?
There was long talks with hubby about my breaking point and my exhaustion. There were solutions presented. There was a punishment of "staying in their rooms for the rest of the night" and having only "bread and milk" for dinner --Cinnamon toast, really (cue children cheering loudly). #2 said to DH "Well, I can have water, because when you're in jail, that's what they serve you. Bread and water." Then the stifled laughter coming from her parents.
Fast forward to end of the night. Children sleeping in clean rooms. DH and I enjoying dinner in quiet bliss, a movie, and completing the night with all things romantical and the like. :) My favorite part of the frequent Break Down Days is the end of the Break Down Days.
Break Down Day happens at least 4 times a year for me. Sometimes they are referred to as my Emotional Break Downs. Same thing. Ironically it's around PMS time. Oh, and lack of sleep. Not sure if there's a reason for that...hmmm.... :)