[bubblecakes]

Do you ever wonder what your kids memories will be of you when they are grown. I know you have all been sitting around in a group and talked about a time when your own mother or father went a little crazy! I just wonder what my kids are gonna remember about me. Are they gonna remember the good stuff or those ever so funny now, but not at the time moments???
I will start with I have three kids, a 9 yr old a 5 yr old and a boy that is almost 4. My worst "lose it" moments are in the morning trying to get all my kids in the car to go somewhere. No one EVER wants to do anything I ask them. They all are cranky and hungry but don't want anything I suggest. None of them want to get dressed and if they do it is in pajamas, dress-up or some out of season clothing that doesn't fit. (That is another struggle we won't even go into). When I do finally get everyone dressed, feed, teeth and hair brushed and out the door, my husband scream give daddy a hug, which sparks a frenzy of, "it's my turn", "hold me daddy", "I wanna stay with daddy", and lots of crying. Daddy peels them off and shuttles them towards the car.
Thats when my littlest one realizes he must have some toy (which he never plays with) that he can't find, that all of a sudden is his Favorite and he can't live with out! If I do finally get them in the car 1 one them will be crying, by this point any neighbors that happen to be outside are stairing at me while I am yelling at my kids. At least 2 out of the 3 will get in the car with NO shoes on (or panties, yes that has happened).
By now I am seriously frazzled, usually sweating and I know my blood preasure is skyrocketing and I am embarrassed that my neighbors now think I am the evil witch of the west. The morning ritual continues with me going back in the house for the 10th time to find someones shoe, which they will throw a fit about because they didn't wanna wear THOSE shoes. When I get back my middle child (god bless her) will be whinning about her brother touching a toy of hers, that he says is his. Now you gotta know my middle daughter, her normal non-whine voice is in the upper octaves, so a whinning voice from her is like nails on a chalk board, most of the time you can't even understand her!
So by now I wanna scream, so I snatch the toy and roll down the window and chunk it out! Now they are both crying! I look over at my 9 yr old sitting in the front smiling, she gets some pleasure out of her younger siblings getting in trouble! Then I think to myself why didn't I quit while I was ahead??? I had it all under control when I only had one kid. I thought I was the best mom in the world! My child was so well behaved and I had patients galor! I wonder if one day my grown kids will be sitting around talking about when Mom would go "psycho" when we would try to get in the car??? Probably!