April 7, 2008

that's it! i've had it!

You know the saying, "Don't cry over spilled milk"?
Well, what about yelling over spilled milk?







I'm fuming right now!
I spent 6 hours this weekend mopping, scrubbing, dusting, and picking up our house
until everything was perfectly clean and in order.
Our house has been clean for less than 48 hours and my children did this while fighting over chocolate milk!

Moments like this make me question my desire to be a stay-at-home-mom.
Does that make me a horrible person/mother?

14 comments:

Emily said...

no, it makes you normal. sooo frustrating, i'm sorry!

i had a similar incident this week except it was me, not my kids. i shook the chocolate soymilk and the lid flew off...it was EVERYWHERE. can't yell at yourself for stuff like that, but sometimes i wish i could.

The Hollemans said...

Im glad you told me it was chocolate milk because I was about to be disgusted.

The Hollemans said...

(because its a weird color)

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Austin said...

no, lynette. it would make you a bad parent if you killed your kids. Since I haven't heard of any americans killing their kids in Chile, I'm guessing you're still a good parent!

Jeanette said...

Oh it looks like it got in the carpet too. Sorry. I spilt the milk last night & I wanted to cry. I was so tired I barely had the energy to clean up after myself.

The Youngblood Family said...

Sorry about the spilled milk. I think we all have days like that. You are a great Mom. When I have days like that I go for a snickers bar and an ice cold fountain soda from Sonic. Works like a charm :)

Heidi said...

First of all let me just say...
I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL!!! :)
Second,
That's nothing!!! Last week this happened to me twice and the first time was a huge bottle of apple juice and I dropped it and the whole top busted off and the whole bottle emptied mostly under the fridge! (side note: I did it at Wendy's when she was upstairs putting Reese down for a nap...
I cleaned it as good as I could w/o actually pulling the fridge out. I didn't want to scratch her hard woods)
But, Ugggh! It was horrible! And the next time (just a few days later) I did it at my house with a gallon of milk!
So, I'm a bigger clutz than my kids!!! So, I actually have empathy when they do it.
And last...
You are a great Mom! :)

Jami said...

You'd be a horrible mother if you took it out on your kids. But instead you grabbed the camera to document the incident! That tells me that not only are you a great mom, you're also willing to laugh at the situation later...maybe A LOT later!

Emily said...

so today somehow noah found a brand new bottle of motrin that i just opened yesterday. we keep our medicine in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom...which i thought was way out of his reach. so not only did he get it out, he found a way to open it and dump the entire bottle on my brand new couch. i took it out on him. he's 18 months and i put him in his room and locked the door while i cleaned up. NICE. maybe i would've been nicer if he hadn't had the flu yesterday and i hadn't spent an entire day washing and re-washing everything in sight because he kept throwing up. that makes ME a horrible mother.

Maddy said...

Oh my gosh -- I can totally relate to how you are feeling. I clean the kids bathroom EVERY.SINGLE.DAY! Sometimes TWICE a day. Every time I go in there and they've made a mess I just want to scream. It's like -- why even bother cleaning since it will be destroyed in no time. And you have to do the exact same thing every day. Year after year. Can nothing stay clean? Even for a day?

Anonymous said...

Between the spilled milk, toy down the toilet (by Wes), coloring on the sheets and walls (by Carly), it's a wonder that you haven't already sent them off to boarding school (then you could just be a stay-at-home wife).
The good news, lots of good blog-fodder.
And by the way, it only gets worse.

JanB said...

When Nikita was little, she tried to help with the groceries and dropped a gallon of milk which burst open onto the rug in the front room. Watching that milk "chug, chug, chug" out of the split in the jug was horrifying. . . I froze.
Then I tried rolling up the huge rug to take it outside and left a nice river of milk all the way through the house.
I ended up making a bigger mess than she did.

Mandy said...

Just when I was feeling sorry for myself that we didn't have any kids...you post this...and suddenly I am grateful that I only have a husband to clean up after!