I made a foolish mistake today. Well...several. First of all I foolishly decided to go to the mall with my friend, Stephanie with all 3 of my children. I should know by now that my little hooligans are not fit to be out in the public world. Things were going not TOO poorly when we decided to let the kids loose on the litte play area. Stephanie and I were chatting about parenthood when I made a CRUCIAL mistake. I started praising my children. "Red has become such a wonderful girl and I am so proud of who she has become. She really is a very sweet and special girl..." I went on and on.
Was she listening? Was God listening? Was the Devil listening?
Someone was and I paid dearly for it.
No sooner were these words out of my mouth than there was little Stinky, flinging some helpless little 18 month old girl to the ground and standing over her screaming. (I might mention that he is doing this while wearing a shirt that says "Perfect Gentleman...I really know how to treat a lady") I rushed to his side and started scolding him - until I heard the little girl's mother standing over HIM and reprimanding him while I was talking to him. I don't think so, and told her to get lost. Obviously I was righteously indignant and although I did correct him, I let him loose again and sat down to criticize the woman for getting in my business. He is a 2 year old boy for goodness sake. A really sweet and good 2 year old boy...
Next think I know, there he is again kicking some other small boy in the stomach. Uh...time to get the heck out of dodge. Where is this boy's mother??
On the way out of the play area, Red starts in. Whining, crying, sassing, disobeying. I am threatening, gritting my teeth, hollering and nearing tears. I had to LITERALLY drag her to the car kicking...screaming...throwing herself on the ground in a fit I have never seen before.
When we got home, after a VERY long time out. Red looks in the craft drawer and asks if she can have a stamp. Sure...one...only one...on your hand and then put it back. Of course she interperets this as her opportunity to sneak off and smear the stamps all over her body and mouth. Her lips are now stained blue along with her teeth and tongue. She is also banished to her room for her own safety.
Why God why? Do I really deserve this?
I called Stephanie later to tell her I was sorry for speaking those compliments out loud and that we shall never speak of that again. Then I called my husband to tell him to get on the horn to the urologist right away and schedule his special procedure.