It doesn't matter how many times we've talked about it, or how many times his attempts have ended in disaster. Canon tried to get himself a drink out of the fridge again. And now an entire gallon of milk is soaked up in towels in the washing machine, instead of in it's plastic bottle, where it belongs. He says sorry (and you probably think that sounds sweet) but we've done this so many times (and I've heard that hasty apology each time) that it makes me just want to smack him, because he thinks sorry makes everything go away. He has no intention of changing his behavior; he just doesn't want mom to be mad. And then he can just be naughty again next time. GRRRRRRR. It makes me so angry.
All he has to do is ask me for a drink.
I'd get the boy a drink.
Why does life with kids feel like constant re-runs? The same mistakes, the same messes, over and over and over. (Gigantic sigh.)
We were just about to go to the library all together, but now that sounds like a really stupid idea.
Just another potential disaster.
Figure something else out.
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5 Comments:
I hear ya! We just went through this with Emma. She always thinks she can do it. Yesterday she had three major spills. Why can't they just get it the first time. Some day they will just be drinking straight out of the carton. Oh, dear. Good luck.
I think as a mom our job is to be a broken record. I can't even count how many things I repeat throughout the day
Kids like that grow up to be adults like me. I don't know if that's encouraging or discouraging, but I thought I'd throw that out there. ;)
My Clark has been spilling milk and everything else for almost 6 years. His soundtrack is "oops. Sooooorrry!" It's gone on long enough now that I almost think it's cute, kind of trademark. It's the way we'll always remember him when he's old and not nearly as cute and "innocent."
Call Wendy Reich. She'll make you feel better. She has some fantastic stories about her little boy. :)
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