I'm a psycho. Plain and simple.
I have 18 month old triplets whom apparently think that i should have been a comedian instead of a pill passer as my job of choice...and i dont find myself funny, at all.
Actually, if i were them, i'd be scared of me, since well, I"M scared of me.
I've run out of patience, long ago. My 4 year old is an impatient, self reliant when she feels like it, drama queen...spitting image of her mother, and i dont want that to be the case.
I seriously fear that i am going to be the reason for my kids needing therapy and lets face it, my insurance isnt gonna pay for 6 people to talk to a shrink. No way.
I know things need to change. I know i need to change. I just dont know how to do it.
I need them to listen to me.
It's what, almost 1pm...i took them up to nap around 12, Logan goes right to sleep since he is the godforsaken alarm clock in this house and he goes off at 6am no matter what...
Lilly lays there, usually falls asleep but today, she's decided to lay there and talk to herself and you know what, this is rediculous. I'm not stupid, i'm psychic actually. I know that she's gonna lay up there till one of the boys wakes up, then she's gonna think i'm gonna bring her downstairs when i bring them...NOT. Then she's gonna lay up there, wake up the other one, and again expect me to bring her downstairs with them...NOT. The boys will eat, she'll be whining, and i'll bring her down since i dont want to screw up the eating routine because i just dont have the patience for that right now and she's gonna be superhag all night long.
I had to force Carter to go to sleep. The madder i get the more he thinks i'm just soooo frickin funny and that infuriates me to the point where i just want to act like a raging lunatic and scream and pull out my hair and punch the wall and swear and cry... Like, dude, you've been up since 6:30 am thanks to your spaz of a brother, you're tired, get a clue.
Yeah, they all share a room. Nice, huh?
Cammie stopped napping at this age. I'll be damned if they think they're done...ha ha, that's amusing. I could see myself now...The sad part is i only have to do naps 3 days a week, my mom has them the other 4 days while i work...neither of us are ready for non napping evil spawn children.
My husband you ask?? Where is he in all this you ask?? Side job. And that's as far as i'm gonna go on that matter since this is my appropriate blog... This, is not.






