Hi, I’m Mini Adorngirl and my mum is letting ME take over Mini Adorn Kids. Every week, I’ll be writing posts on what`s cool right now, hilarious pics. videos. and tips and advice on how to deal with certain things e.g. Your demon brother. That pretty much brings us to my first post-How to bear living with your demon brother.
Everyone has something COMPLETELY ANNOYING in their life and for me. that something is my younger brother. The only people who will understand this post are all the older sisters, older brothers or even younger brothers and sisters who have older or younger demon siblings.
Let me guess, are these some of the things your sibling does?
Make irritating noises in your ear?
Do something evil to you and then act all innocent in front of your parents so they don`t get in trouble?
Take something of yours and run away with it?
Touch your stuff?
Break one of your belongings?
Sorry, I didn`t want to use a fancy word like “belonging” but I couldn’t find another word for “stuff.” Well I know how to stop it all.
First of all, if your sibling is making loud noises, simply put on headphones or earphones, it’s sure to make your day quiet. If you don`t have headphones or anything else like it, use a quarter of one toilet paper square, roll it up and voila! Earplugs! Another technique for silence would be the hide and seek scam. All you have to do is convince your sibling to play hide and seek. I know it`s something a six-year old would play but you can at least try. When you count, count the first three numbers and then stop and relax while your brother thinks you’re trying to find him you should have a little while of calm until he finally comes to his senses. As for the rest of the problems, just simply get revenge on him. For instance, do pranks on him like: the hand in the cup of water trick, a moustache on him while he’s sleeping, etc. I love him really, ( my mum made me write that)
The other day I was sitting around the table eating dinner with the kids and the husband, and I started to tell them about my almost brush with death. I started telling them I had completely misconstrued the direction the traffic was coming and I put one foot in the road and was about to take another whilst looking to my right. Something made me step back before I took another step forward, and as soon as I turned my head to look left, a coach sped past. It had missed me by inches and I would have been hit, and at least had some broken bones.
After telling my story I looked around at my family’s faces, my husband looked sort of angry like I should have been more careful, and my daughters looked so worried. My son looked up after sucking up a spaghetti strand and said, “the other day me and Daddy went on a coach.”
Sometimes there are just days when you get fed up with the kids. The same ones who give you joy, and make you laugh will ultimately be the same ones who frustrate you to no end, and will make you question why you even had kids in the first place. The other day was one of those days. After a particularly bad start with the crying over their outfits constant stopping on the way to nursery, and then the subsequent tantrum when I dropped them into nursery, I felt drained. I ran into another mum on the way out, and she had the biggest smile, and said hi. I burst into tears.
I couldn’t help it, big ugly Kim Kardashian tears. I felt like a big baby, after all kids aren’t perfect little robots who will bend to your will. My tears came because I am a full-time mum, and that one morning seemed to be every morning lately. That one incident with the crying tantrum that lasted 20 minutes on the way home seemed bigger than it was because it actually happened three times that week. That mum hugged me and said let it out, it’s better than keeping it in, and we all get fed up with the kids sometimes. I definitely felt better but still drained and bloody tired. I don’t feel guilty for saying I really don’t like my kids sometimes, especially as we know being a mum is an unpaid full-time job that doesn’t really get the recognition it deserves.
My advice for when you hit that low. Talk to someone. I can’t talk to my husband because he doesn’t get it. It’s not like he doesn’t care but he works all the time, and when he sees the kids he sees nothing but stardust, so when I tell him, the annoying things they do, he says its fine they’re just kids, and to relax. The baby pooed in the bath, he laughs. The cheek of it is it probably is so funny, but read the room. I know he would be singing a different tune if he had to do what I have been doing by myself for the last 9 years. I talk to my mum and my sister, fellow mums with their children all grown up so they have a great perspective because time flies and before you know it they will reach a certain age where they don’t need you as much, and may even have you wishing for these same times when they were small. I am fine now, but its better to take one day at a time but it’s not easy, so try to stay positive. Only around 10-15 years until they all move out.