Today was a bad day. Just a bad day. It will only get worse if LSU loses the BCS Championship tonight. I fear I am becoming the mom I never wanted to be. My kids were definitely not the children I wanted them to be. There was so much yelling and grabbing and biting and fussing. But with my boys around there is always a funny story to tell. Calvin especially has a flair for the dramatic.
At one point today, Calvin was in time out for biting his brother. I was sitting in the same room, holding an injured Hobbes, whose sobbing was a bit overkill for the actual pain inflicted. Not to be outdone by his younger brother, my little thespian began screaming from his time out spot, "You are ruining my life! Mommy, you are ruining my life!" I thought I had at least ten more years until I started hearing words like that. I don't even know where he heard them. Cars? Really, there are a lot of things that he hears from us and repeats that I wish he didn't, but I don't recall either of us ever saying that.
Regardless of where he heard it, I am sure that a two-minute time out did not ruin his life. Now, a football game? That might do it.
LSU just took the lead. Maybe neither of our lives are ruined.