12.30.2008

I'm a bad mama

Yesterday was not a good day. It was day 11 of Christmas break for the kids and I. It was a hard day. They fought, I yelled. They whined, I asked them if they would like some cheese with that. They fought some, I opened a bottle of wine and shut their bedroom doors. I would have been fine to let things go that way until bedtime but that just wasn't in the stars for us.

Around 4:30, I was changing loads of laundry and noticed there was some water on the floor in the bathroom next to the laundry room. I opened the door and found the bathmat laying over the drain dripping wet and a puddle of water in front of the toilet. DAMN THOSE KIDS! I went upstairs to have a little talk with them to find out what happened. Tweedle P caved first and said she held the toilet handle down too long. But, after some questioning, it became apparent that is not what happened. And, P has a habit of incriminating herself to protect her brother. Yes, this had C's finger prints all over it.

I went downstairs to talk with C and found a glass of water that had a slight yellow tint to it with two of C's toys floating in it. Hmmmm, okay. He flushed a toy while playing in the toilet and it overflowed. Yes, that must be what happened. It was time for C's interrogation. I was really mad at this point in time. I had spent a good 20 minutes trying to P to cave but she never did. C didn't go much easier. He admitted to flushing a toy but couldn't tell me what toy it was what happened after he flushed it. He was just trying to get me to leave him alone. Now they were both lying to me.

That is when Raoul came into the picture and thought it would be best if we separate them and try to get them to cave. He was calm cool and collected, I was yelling...a lot. He took C to the scene of the crime and I kept P in her bedroom. I finally got P to admit she was splashing in the toilet water and that is why it was all over the ground. Now, this was the third story I had heard and I needed proof. I asked her to produce the wet clothes as proof of her crime but she couldn't. I took her to the laundry room and had her rummage through the laundry but there was nothing. I was pissed! No one would fess up and tell the truth. What could they possibly have done that was so bad that they couldn't tell the truth and they would chose to cover it with lies?

Just then, the sump pump kicked on and started spitting water all over the bathroom floor...right in front of the toilet soaking the rug and leaving a puddle on the floor. Huh. The huge snow melt we had caused the sump pump to kick on but there was a leak in the hose so it was spitting ground water every where. Well then. I am the biggest ass in the world. I had just spent 45 minutes yelling at the kids for something they didn't do. They were so upset by the yelling that they made up lies that would get them in trouble when they hadn't even done anything wrong. I felt like such a bitch.

Things are a little better today but not back to normal. School needs to start and it needs to start soon. I don't think we will survive.

1 comment:

Tiffi33 said...

Oh don't beat yourself up too much!
See, if they had just said what happened in the first place..ya know??

That being said, BTDT...and if that is the worst mistakes we make as moms, well, that is pretty good