Do you ever feel like you’re the Mayor of Crazytown? My goodness, the boys can be a handful for no apparent reason whatsoever. All of a sudden too, they can both hit you like a ton of bricks.
“Mateus… do you need to pee?”
“No.”
“Mateus, you need to go pee. It’s time to go night-night and if you don’t go pee in the potty you’re going to pee in your bed.”
“I don’t want to go pee.”
“Go.”
“[whine, whine, whine] I don’t have to go.”
Finally he drags his sad little butt to the bathroom and sits on the toilet.
“I don’t have to pee.”
“Well, just sit there and we’ll see.”
“I don’t have to go.”
About a minute or two roll by.
“See Mateus, you had to pee. Let’s wash hands and go to bed.”
“Stop it mom.”
Good Lord. What’s the deal with going pee before bedtime these days? Or with Xavian and brushing teeth tonight. You’d have thought I was trying to strangle him or something.
“No, no, no, no.”
“Xavian, you don’t have a choice. Your teeth need to be brushed.”
“[scream... cry... my mom is the worst mom EVER.]“
“Do you want Daddy to help you?”
“No.”
“You have one minute to calm down and we’re brushing teeth.”
A minute or two roll by and he’s calming down.
“Open wide Xav, it’s time to brush teeth.”
“Aaaaaaa.”
Good Lord again. They’re lucky they’re cute. I know everyone says that, but it’s true. If they didn’t mix in some cuteness with a whole caseload of crazy there would be trouble in the Odom house. I’d have to say Martin is the Governor of Crazytown. He gets to do this on his own all week (and occasionally in the evenings or on weekends when I have work commitments).
I know the boys ramp up when mommy is home. Martin runs a pretty tight ship and the boys know they can’t mess with him. What they may or may not realize is just what a softie Martin is. He has and will give anything for these boys. As long as we get these bursts of “Awwww” in-between, all the other crap fades as soon as the tears dry.
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