Pushed Right Over

Ahh the days of total naptime overlap.
When the boys would nap and I’d have a time gap.
A gap to fill with folding clothes or doing dishes,
Or time to scrapbook or stare at the ceiling with wishes.
Sure some days it happens so and is wonderful to see,
All 3 kids with eyes tightly shut, dreaming of what they’ll be.
No, I don’t by any means expect naps everyday from Jack,
But after today and what I’ll tell ya, you’ll see why I’m not outta whack.
For today the silence is being filled with little footsteps.
Ones that think they are fooling me, but I hear the constant reps.
I’m gonna be quite honest and say Jack is pushing my buttons,
He’s for some reason wanting to push the limits, the attitude not a cuttin’.
A “time out” he was in not even 10 minutes outta bed this morning,
I simply asked him to put pants on and then it came without warning.
Throwing a fit and giving me the evil eye because he disagreed.
“Huh?” I thought to myself, “is this today, ohh just what I need.”
The “tude” has unfortunately continued and I’m still not sure why,
I try to have a constant patient loving attitude, but push me, ohh yeah… try?
But I have been pushed, pushed right over the edge,
Now I’m unable to hide my frustration, I’m on the ledge.
It can take quite a bit to get me yellin’ or some days not much at all,
Today I think I was rather patient at first, making the right call.
Too bad he has been talking back, egging on his brother and showing quite the crappy “tude,”
You can do it the right way or just get in trouble, you cute but ornery dude!
We had M2 this morning at church and during which we had to share,
The moms and kids all in one big room, for there weren’t enough helpers for care.
So the kids got to play on one side of the ½ wall with Miss Peggy and she does well,
Playing with the kids and getting them their snack, and stories she does tell.
At one point Jack is pulling Mike’s sweatshirt and Mikie keeps asking him to stop,
Peggy had to get involved and get in Jack’s stuff, separating them like a cop.
She handles the kids so well and just as I would too,
I felt at times today, “do I discipline or let her, what do I do?”
But one of the other moms said and it was completely true,
“She would be there with the kids if we weren’t here, it’s not on you.”
I just let Peggy handle it and greatly she did,
I just don’t want the kids being naughty to be my kid!
When it was time to go, Jack started to throw a fit.
I had to go reach for his arm and pull it towards me, as he protested to sit.
“What the beak” is going thru my mind trying to smile it away on the outside.
But on the inside I was fuming as all morning I had been constantly tried.
Then a friend from church and her daughter asked us to join them for lunch.
I hoped it would go well there, a special treat, but I had a hunch…
Sure enough Jack was ok for a while but then when it came time to leave?
I again had to walk over to him after asking him twice, and I had to pull on his sleeve.
Again on the outside I was seemingly smiling and laughing it off.
On the inside? No sir, my frustration was raging like a volcano and came out in a cough.
On the boys coats go and Molly is crying in her carseat,
Jack walks right out the door without warning, hmm this is neat!
“Jack wait for Mommy,” I say thinking he is just holding the door.
Ohh no, he continued out into the cold… I was ready to roar!
Get in the truck and he’s throwing a fit about his seatbelt.
I told him then, “we get home it’s big time spank,” no I won’t leave welts.
We get home and I have him head upstairs to sit and wait for me.
Meanwhile I got Molly changed and laid down, Mikie took a pee.
Get up and talk to him and then spank him I sure did.
Hoping that would do the trick, he really is a great kid.
But it didn’t and I’ve since gone upstairs three times now,
Telling him to take a nap, for he truly needs one, holy cow!
But since our last talk and all that we went thru,
I haven’t heard footsteps and think now he’ll do,
The right thing, the thing he knows is right and needs to pursue,
Being the wonderful, smart, loving boy we know and love, not a pile of dog doo!