Yesterday the kids were off school. Normally I love it when all the kids are home, but not in the dead of winter. They have so much energy it is unbearable. Don't get me wrong, they play ball in the house and jump on the couch and I am fine with that. Hell, half of our basement is a batting cage and the rest is set up for rollerblading and a hockey game. I even have old couch cushions stacked under the stairs so they can pull them out and have an indoor trampoline. I understand the need to release energy and they have many opportunities to do so. Yesterday they didn't choose to do those activities.
The girls were fighting over the cleanliness of their room and who was the last one to clean their bathroom. Then they were fighting over IF the baby was a girl who she would share a room with. It then escalated into accusing each other of choosing bad friends and then 2 told me that 1 was talking to boys on Facebook and that she sneaks out at night. Blah Blah Blah. It was pissing me off. It took everything to keep my Shut the fuck up inside.
The boys were running through the house and mooning each other. Boys are gross. It got to the point to which they were throwing toys at each other's bare asses and just being downright ignorant. I was done. I yelled, and no one listened they just kept on. That was the wrong thing to do..
I yelled you act like shit you clean shit...I started doling out chores left and right. They still were yelling from room to room at each other. WTF. So I promised them that this was going to be the most boring day of their lives. They all had to be with me doing chores. They helped me clean out my closet, all the socks got matched all the clean laundry folded. We all together cleaned the family room and the living room. I was rocking this parenthood shit.
We made lunch together, well I told them what to do and I watched. They weren't allowed to talk to each other because they proved earlier that they couldn't say anything nice so they couldn't say anything at all. We all ate lunch and I started giving out chores. I pulled the trash bag out and told 2 to take out the trash. She set the bag on her foot and then threw it off and ran to the bathroom. Again Wtf? Apparently she cut her toe. She is a bleeder so it took a little while to be able to see how deep it was and to pick the bloody toilet paper out of it. Why the child reached for toilet paper...anyway. Yep, stitches. After sitting in the Urgent Care for hours, realizing she absolutely has no business picking out her own clothes, she walked out with 4 stitches. We then had to go to the Visiting Nurses to get her tetanus booster because apparently when she was a kid I took her ON her birthday for her shots. I was such a mean mom back then. So that meant she needed her booster 2 days ago, on her actual birthday. Seriously, we are in an unlucky injurious stage right now. When I make a promise for the most boring day in their lives, I better be able to follow through... no more promises.