We Met On The Bathroom Floor

It was an odd place to meet, I mean seriously who wants to sit in a bathroom having a conversation with someone in such close proximity to the toilet?  But for this I was very thankful.  You see it was my almost 6 year old boy that I sat with.  For the past 5  years he has been a daddies boy but lately he seems to be clinging to be a bit more which I am totally loving. It's especially nice when after you've had a moment where you've had to scold him that you look at him and tell him that you love him so much and then he melts into your arms with a big hug.  Tonight this is what happened.  I had just finished speaking to both my boys about fighting over the toys and whining and I told him "IF you keep fighting and whining then you are going to bed right away" (It was almost bed time anyway).  Well sure enough not even 1 minute later they were at it again so Momma Bear had to follow through with what she said and believe me the argument that came from this child was nasty, he wasn't going to bed AT ALL! Well of course daddy heard him speak to Momma in such a way that he came running and that sweet boy sure did listen.  I met him in the hall a few minutes later as he headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed and I told him I loved him and he melted then we went into the bathroom to work on the whole nighttime routine and he melted into my arms again and we sank to the floor and sat there chatting for the next fifteen minutes.  We talked of consequences and how Momma has to follow through with her actions and I'm thinking it sank in...well...I'm hoping it did.  When we finished he asked to stay longer and continue the conversation I'm not quite sure if it was him trying to prolong his bedtime or if he truly wanted Mommy time but I told him we could do it again when he replied "Can we do it tomorrow morning and just pretend that it's dark out?".  Of course I said yes. 

Here's to following through with the consequences and more of my boys melting into my arms and long chats on the bathroom floor.

From YAHOO to Blah

I cannot understand how a person can go from feeling amazing one minute to feeling cruddy the next.  Our family had four glorious days off together over new years and even last week as we headed back to work wasn't so bad then yesterday...well...yesterday was one of those days but I will say I ended it on a great note. I went to bible study at a friends church then I came home and found out I had won a prize in a giveaway...what could be more exciting than that? Then today yes today has been another one of those days. I feel like I'm starting to come down with something as much as I have been fighting it I don't feel 100% and it has shown greatly in how I have reacted today.  I have yelled, I have spanked, I have threatened, I have dragged, pulled and nagged non stop all day. I kept trying to tell myself that they boys didn't look like they felt that great...the looked tired and cranky themselves so why I didn't stop myself from reacting to their nasty ways I don't know. We headed home this afternoon from work with my mind set on them both heading straight to bed (of course it doesn't help that we didn't get to leave work till after 3:00) and me sitting down with a cup of tea and some books to read.  On the stand next to me sits Shes Gonna Blow by Julie Ann Barnhill on my kindle is Hope for the Weary Mom by Stacey Thacker and Brooke McGlothlin and in my mind to buy is Desperate: Hope for the Mom who needs to breathe by Sarah Mae and Sally Clarkson.  Oh how I need to read all of these but will I get to them? Knowing me probably not. I hear the oldest monkey asking me nonstop if he can get up. I know he needs to nap but is it worth it at this point to have him down there trying to sleep at this late hour when bedtime is so close? I guess I will sit here and breathe for five more minutes then make a decision.  Praying for peace!