From the moment the kids wake up, I am bombarded by the sounds of ” Mama Mama!” It happens on average of once every 30 seconds, multiply that by their number of waking hours and that’s enough to drive anyone crazy.
On good days I can tolerate it pretty well, on bad days like yesterday, I’ve just about had it by dinner time. I was trying to have my dinner and both kids kept calling out to me. I turned to them and said ” I don’t want to hear a word of Mama mama until I’ve finished my dinner, talk to your father instead.” To Matt’s credit he knows exactly when I am about to lose the plot and automatically takes over. We work like a well oiled wheel which is a huge blessing on crazy days.
Before you think I’m just whining and complaining, I know that this phase will soon pass. Later on they will much prefer to hang out with their friends instead of their old mama. But I’ve had a screaming, crying and whiny child in the house the whole of yesterday and I’m not referring to myself so please allow me to rant for now.