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The Chaos of Small Children part of parenting
When does this part end? And how? Seriously, I am dying here.
Also, how did you survive it / are you surviving it?
Tags: chaos, early childhood, parenting
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Permalink Reply by Joe Mama on -
bwhahahahahahahahaha!!!!
Oh sorry - I got nothin'. The books are thicker, the shoes are bigger, the dirty clothes make bigger piles...but I'll let you know if it ends at our house anytime soon.
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Permalink Reply by The Oracle on -
But you don't still have to hold them on your hip while you're making dinner ... do you? Stop them from drinking out of the dog bowl? Worry that the stairway door's been left open? Don't they become more independent at some point? I feel like I'm constantly caught in a vortex with nothing to hold onto.
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Permalink Reply by hermit crab on -
Let's just hope no one dies of a beaver.
(Backstory: the bub told me that there was this lady he learned about at school who died from a beaver. I asked him how that happened?!? He said that he didn't know, maybe the beaver poked through her skin.
The mystery was solved after I discovered that they learned to sing "Molly Malone" in music today.)
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Permalink Reply by ks on -
Mine are 9 and 5 and it is only just starting to get a little bit better. There is still chaos and I ask myself daily what that hell I was thinking when I decided that having kids might be a good idea, but they can get their own damn bowl of cereal (and N can make sandwiches and such) I can now leave them to their own devices for longer amounts of time without them either trying to kill each other by fighting or by doing ridiculously stupid things and ending up hurt.
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Permalink Reply by MamatothaMax on -
Solidarity Sister. I'm lucky in that the 8 and the 5 year old can (for the most part) be relied upon to keep the baby from killing himself or playing in the toilet. I have a baby proofing check list that gets shouted out at the top of my lungs. "Are all the doors closed?!" "Is the baby gate up?!" "Are all your chokey toys picked up?!" Repeat often. I gate the hell out of the house. That usually gives me a few minutes to get something done and then check back.
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Permalink Reply by kommishoner on -
I would be ecstatic if we could just get beyond the phase where his food ends up everywhere. It would be really nice for the house not to be disgusting in that particular way.
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Permalink Reply by mightyninjamom on -
This reminds me of when I had to leave Little B and the Little Miss with my mom during our househunting trip. They were 5 and 2 at that time. My letter of instruction to my mom was five pages long, most of it dealing with all the idiosyncrasies of the toddler. I sound like a raving lunatic in that letter. I also recently read an older blog post of mine, and I'd forgotten how difficult it was dealing with the Little Miss when she was smaller. Not that she had behavior issues, she was just full of mischief, and her schedule was practically non-existent. She just took each day as it came. My attempts to get her on a schedule always failed and left me feeling frustrated and insane from the inefficiency of it all. Things started calming down when she was around 3 1/2 . At that point Little B was 6, and very good about helping me keep an eye on her.
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Permalink Reply by bethany on -
All I can say is I feel your pain. Wine would help, but I'm pregnant again...
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Permalink Reply by mcglory13 on -
The thing that is driving me crazy is the toys strewn across the whole house. I get them cleaned up and they're back again. Don't get me wrong, I'm no neat nic. But couldn't the toys stay in one room? The ones in the kitchen are particularly dangerous.
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Permalink Reply by The Oracle on
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I think I could handle it is I didn't (a) have chronic, sometimes debilitating, pain and (b) have to work without childcare.
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Permalink Reply by wookie on -
Hey... I have chronic pain too and while I have a full-time job and therefore a change of scenery, I do 90+% of the home/childcare otherwise ... and I have to scrape up the $ to pay for my full-time childcare. So I feel your pain :P
Right now, my carpet is desperately in need of a vaccum. There are books, dog toys, playmobil, lego and lightsabers scattered all over every level of my home. I have a mountain of laundry to wash and a mountain to fold. Desperately need to do groceries and my psyche cannot handle the weekend shopping crowds.
But my dishes are in the dishwasher, my toilet was scrubbed this week and everyone is fed. So I'm going to call it a draw. In fact, if I can throw something into the crock pot for supper and thus not have to face real cooking, I'll feel like a goddamn wizard.
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