And Whose Children Those Are??

Do you ever look at your children and think, "I have no idea how they got like that."

I'm not talking about those lovely "I produced a prodigy!" moments when they suddenly display an incredible aptitude for numbers.  No, I'm thinking more of the times when you wish you could just stare off into the middle distance and, with a superior flick of your fringe, say to whoever is in the vicinity: "I have no idea whose children those are. Revolting, aren't they?"

I had many of those moments in public that I sometimes gave up trying to portray a cultured appearance. Here's an account of what usually happens when we go out as a family:

1) My two gals are mostly oblivious to the surrounding people whenever we go out.  For them, every place is a playground.  It can be the shopping complex, the restaurants, coffee shops, clinics, anywhere with space for them to play catch, you'll find them doing it without fail!

2)  Noel, the baby of the family will whine (no tears!) when she hears the word 'NO'.  And she does it shamelessly.  This is the time where I want to crawl and hide in whichever opening gap available until she has calmed down.

3)  Eating time!  It's super duper hard to get them to focus on their food, be still in their seat and finish their meal in silence.  It is unbelievable the amount of wrestling and battle that goes into getting my kids to finish their meal.  None of my threats really worked on them.  I've tried everything from threatening to send them to Ethiopia where they'll never  live to see food again, grounding them with no outings for the weekends, leaving them behind in the eatery, blah, blah, blah... nothing works just because we never carry out those threats yet!

4)  Seating arrangement - I must ALWAYS sit in between my gals.  Failing to do that chaos will ensue and I can assure you it's not a pretty sight when two young ladies are fighting among themselves to sit with their mommy.  People will think they've been separated from their mommy for years before this!

The above are but just a few of their weekly customary mischiefs.

I love them dearly, but sometimes, I wish I could send them back to where they came from!



p/s - now before you start judging & labeling, I don't always feel tis way.  A mommy's entitled to some of her rants at times surely? :)