Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I'm SO Ready for a Career Change

I woke up this morning at 6:30 and really felt that sense of CARPE DIEM(that's "Seize the Day" for most of you who never took Latin and for those6 of you who never watched that Robin Williams movie "Dead Poets Society"). So, I got upand prayed morning prayers and got the kids up and on a staggered pace to the bathroom with clothes laid out and sandwiches made and in the back-packs, and just as I stepped into the girls' room to get MY clothes on....Hamo and Ismail decided NOW would be a good time to beat the hell out ofone another. *sigh* Begin CRAPE Diem. *sigh*
Then after I pulled them off of one another, threatened their lives, and returned to the room to dress, Samiya and Aiman decided toduke it out. Apparently I will be the one responsible for Hamo and Aiman's future psycho-therapy sessions. I figured I couldn't run the risk ofthem going to school with black eyes OR risk Randa waking up at this hoursince she only went to bed at 2am. SOOOOOO, since they refused to let mebe alone in the room for longer than 30 seconds at a time before fighting....I did the only thing I could do. I got dressed in the living room in front ofall 4 of them. Of course, Hamo and Aiman got all embarrassed and Ismail giggled his butt off. Samiya didn't care as long as I promised to put her hair in a ponytail before I put my shoes on. WHATEVER.
I had a very quiet and relaxing morning after they went to school. I got a nice 25 minute brisk walk in, took a nap until around 11, did some dishes, washed some clothes, hung some clothes, wiped some dust off the walls, gaveRanda a shower and took her with me to buy a chicken and some vegetablesfor lunch. I brought Randa home and got her situated in front of the t.v. andasked her to repeat "the rules" to me (No balcony, No kitchen, No windows,No fighting) and then she told me, "Go. Get the kids," and gave me a kiss.So, I locked her in (my neighbor has a key) and ran to get the kids. My quietand productive day ground to a screeching halt about the time that all 5 kidswere back in the house. Ismail decided to test his tether with Hamo and thenext thing I knew I was pulling them off of one another again. Got Ismail tolie down and take a nap and then took Hamo to his room to calm down, at which time he decided to have a B.A.T.S. (Big Ass Tantrumming Session). During the next half hour of screaming and yelling, I was informed how he hates me,how I love everyone but him, how I always defend Ismail, and how I always punish "just" him. After the first 3 or 4 minutes, I decided this was a re-run,so I closed the windows so as not to disturb the neighbors and closed the door so as not to disturb me. I went back in the kitchen to finish cooking.I ended up breaking up no fewer than 5 fights between Samiya and Aimanafter that and finally vowed to begin breaking limbs of the next person or persons that interrupted my dinner preparations with fighting once more.I got lunch served around 5:30pm. Oh well.
I swear I'm ready to just quit this stinkin' SAHM job and do something lessstressful such as Nuclear Disarmament or National Budget Balancing.And by the way, for those of you who still are unclear on the subject, theday as described above is 100% factual with no embellishment and is partof my daily routine anymore. Also, it is the "make or break" factor in my decision NOT to homeschool all 5 of my kids.

3 comments:

Monika said...

I was having baby urges earlier this week. Now I'm thinking maybe I should wait until Liam and Molly are in college. Not that they don't fight too, because they do. But right now I've got man-to-man Defense going on (at least when Ben is home) or hand-to-hand Defense (my hand on each of them simultaneously) when it is just me. I'm afraid to be significantly outnumbered. :)

Love you, and wish you were nearer so I could take all the fighters (yours and mine) and make them run around my backyard while we drink ice tea.

xoxo

MJ

nikkimohamed said...

Yeah, well, I have those baby urges everytime I see this big butterball baby outside the school while I'm waiting to pick the kids up. THEN when all 4 of them come out of the schoolyard surrounded by 600 of their closest friends I hand back the baby to his mom and say a quick "THANK YOU, GOD" for the miracle that is hysterectomy and beat feet for the house!
Just remember that if you have 3, there's really not that much difference between 3 and 33....you're already out of hands!
XOXO
NA (that's NOT for Narcotics Anonymous)

Monika said...

NA...Hmmmm.....it's not "Narcotics Anonymous"? Perhaps one of these?
Nasty Ass
Not Armenian
Newly Addlepated
Nearly Arrested
Nicely Asymetric
Nerdy Architect


hahahahahha
Yeah, you.