So we hit the park and the boys get busy taking Flat Stanley pictures.
|Rabbit's Flat Stanley being eaten by a wooden fish.|
Horse's pictures weren't in the camera. We think he didn't press the shutter button down enough.
Then I take a few non-Flat Boys pictures.
|Rabbit being eaten by said wooden fish. Horse is always the one doing the eating!|
|Must go down with the ship!|
Finally I release them to the playground. They are free to run and climb and yell. What do they do?
They complain there are too many other kids.
I MAKE them go play.
They wander over then come back.
No no! They've been whining for days about wanting to go to the park! You WILL play!
Did I ever tell you that whining is one of my pet peeves? Maybe the biggest one. Nothing will put me in a bad mood faster. Part of it is the pitch of the person's voice. Like nails on a blackboard to me! *Shudders*
The other part is the attitude it conveys. It doesn't have to be verbal whining. Sulking to me is the same as whining. The Greek's youngest son, who is in his mid 20's, will wander around all day sighing. He makes sure it's loud enough for everyone to hear. I HATE it. If you don't like how your life is going...get off your butt and change it!
Anyway, I had this wonderful short outing planned in my head. Sunny day, moderate weather, kids playing and working off steam on the playground, me reading my Kindle, then we go for a walk before heading out for a little ... ice cream, maybe. But NO-oooooo!
"I want to play on the playground but Rabbit won't come with me!"
I look at Rabbit
"But Mama, there are too many kids!"
"Just go by yourself Horse. I'm right here"
*Sulking* "I want Rabbit to go with me"
"Rabbit, just go with your brother for a little while"
"I don't want to, I'm just going to spin in place right here!"
"We could have done that at home! Go Play!"
"Fine, I'm just going to sit there and bang my head on a pipe! Horse, you go first!'
"No I don't want to go first, you go!"
"Both of you! Go out there and play. And have fun! Go do 5 things each! Or....no treats!" Bad, yeah I know.
They grudgingly go. Sit on the playground equipment and bang their heads on a metal bar for awhile. Well that's ONE thing.
It lasted 5 minutes.
"Did you do your 5 things?"
"Nooooo, Rabbit does things I can't do!"
"Then do the things YOU want to do."
"I want Rabbit to do them with me too!"
I was ready to toss them both in the lake. I made them pick up their purses and we went for a short walk. Horse sulked the whole way. Grrrrrrr!
|My Flat Stanley with the boys' "Purses". Pouches! (says Rabbit)|
I came home with a huge headache. The worst one in weeks. To top that off we didn't get ice cream. I was too mad to take them anywhere else.
My instructions to them when we got home.
"Go play, not with each other. I don't want you to talk or touch each other!"
Then last night, I walk past their bedroom and see this...
Both of them in Horse's bed. Did I tell you how much I love these guys?