UnDomestic

Writings of a teachermom, choosing to stay home with her kids, while loathing all domestic responsibilities! In late Aug. 2008, I was diagnosed with Triple Negative breast cancer. After surgery, chemo and radiation, I was given theall clear. However, in the late summer of 2008, I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, which metasticized to other areas.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

How about we NOT read tonight

revious night but he can’t find, Max begins pulling several books out of the bins that I had just organized. He finally finds the bin that has the TV show books and pulls out every single Dora book he can find. “Read this one!” he yells. “Read Dora!” he says. At the same time, Cameron finds his books and insists that I read his book first. “No, read DORA!” Max continues screaming. As I finally convince Cameron that he’ll have to wait until I’m done with Max’s book, Cameron starts whining and complaining that Max always gets his way, and it’s not fair that he never gets to read his book first

Then I sit on Max’s bed, and both Max and Cameron try to sit on my lap. But not only are they both crushing my legs and I struggle to read the book around their big heads, but they push and shove each other trying to get closer to the middle than the other one. Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I allow Max to sit in my lap as I read his book, and Cameron just sits next to me, complaining once again that it’s not fair. If by chance Ella is not in her crib yet, then she joins us on Max’s bed and starts screaming, trying to push Max off me so she can sit comfortably in my lap, alone.

After I’m done with Max’s book, we head up to the top bunk to read Cameron’s selection. However, Max sees no reason whatsoever why he must give up his place in my lap. So he starts screaming and crying. I set him beside me to allow Cameron to take his proper place, while Max continues to scream and cry and wedge his way in between Cameron and me. I try ignoring him, reasoning with him, getting angry with him, but his screaming persists. He is so loud, Melvin has come up several times asking what is wrong with him. Really, the way he carries on, you’d think he fell head first on the concrete sidewalk. Cameron refuses to give up his spot, nor should he have to, so I just begin reading. And while trying to read loud enough so Cameron can hear me over Max’s cries without waking up Ella in the adjoining room, I am also trying to guard Max from stumbling off the top bunk as he continues with his tantrum.

As a reading teacher, I know the importance of reading aloud to your children, but something's gotta give here.

See why I REALLY need this kid-free vacation!

3 Comments:

At 5:28 PM, Anonymous Nicole B said...

I have that same issue with the twins--Neither of them want to give---and they both want a diffrent book---heaven forbid that the other one gets to sit on my lap, or that they would need to share

 
At 5:44 PM, Blogger LH said...

One time I did an internship where I went to a preschool twice a week and sat out in the play area with a bag of books. By week 2, i had a crowd of faithful listeners who could hardly wait for me to sit down and crack open the book. i had kids on my lap, on my back, my head, pushing into my arms. It's funny how physical they are when being read to. Ella looks way cute with those little horns, i mean pigtails. :)

 
At 9:48 PM, Blogger Carolyn said...

What is it about sharing?

My kids were arguing over a bag of Cheetos today.

There's not enough Cheetos to go around in the world, you know.

Your daughter is so cute.

 

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