Doug recently left on a 5 day vacation. My momminess was put to the test. I prayed really hard each morning and night that I would be patient and loving with my little ones. For the most part things went well. My Mom came up on the weekend to help which was AWESOME. But it seems like I am a SUPER mom until about 5:30 rolls around. And then the horns come out. My house is a mess...the kids are hungry, I am at my wits ends with my patience/crying/hold me level. Does anyone else feel like this? Sometimes I just cry right along with them. And then I drink a soda ( can't seem to get the diet under control....another reason for my frustration)
This is what is trying my patience most these days....the boys climb on the table ALL DAY LONG! They have fallen off before, and most of the time I take them off the table and gently remind them to stay off the table.
Tonight however at dinner, the boys were done so I took them out of their high chairs and let them play. They kept climbing on the table and it was past 5:30 and I was D.O.N.E.....I gave Clark a little swat on the bum and told him "No." My girls watching me said..."Mom I love you...I want to be a mom just like you..".and off they went and told Grant "NO!" then swatted him on the bum.
That is what is so hard for me...I am teaching my girls by example to be good mothers...and most of the time I feel like a failure. The girls will make comments like...
*It sure is hard with these brothers.
*Don't you wish Dad were here?
*Are you sad mom...the brothers are so much work mom.
*It's to hard to go out mom...the brothers are so hard.
I feel so bad that this is what they see every day. The girls seem to get the brunt of my frustrations.....
I wish I could just never loose my cool...and that my girls would see the mother I really want to be.
This is what most of my days look like....seconds late Clark jabbed his finger into Grant's eye....poor baby. I was too far away to stop it.
The boys are 18 months old next week and it's starting....you know...the dreaded years of toddlerhood. Having lived through them with the girls I know it's just a few years....but these boys...Holy cow. They are so busy and rough and tumble. Clark tackles Grant all the time...for no reason, just to be rough. They are starting the biting/hitting/No phase...and taking it out on me and their sisters.
I really shouldn't complain. I have 4 healthy babies. I get to stay home and watch them grow. I have the most wonderful husband and supporter But sometimes I am just plain overwhelmed. I know Heavenly Father knew I could handle it....I just need to remind myself of that.
What a depressing post right? Well this is how thing are at the Davis house these days....here is a picture with a little more sunshine. ( don't mind the dirty laundry...)
Grant has a new silly face.





























