Ms Cranky Pants

I've been in a bit of a mood all week. Since we got sick and then had to work and then had marking to do and then got pretty much jack of it all. I love my job, but this week it has been 'unsatisfying'. My kids are tough. The homework is tough. Finding the motivation to deal with the kids and the homework is even tougher.

And I feel like a big whinger 'cause I'm normally the bubbly, shiny, smiley one that brightens the rainy days for other people who hate work. My friend said yesterday that she 'hadn't won the war today'. But her response, to herself, was that there was always tomorrow. I don't have that response for myself at the moment. Can't get my morose head out of the blah-ness of today.

So I woke up this morning and thought I'd try something drastic, I took The Bean to the zoo. He loves the zoo. Like LOVES the zoo. But even he today couldn't get his groove on it. He liked riding in on the train. He wanted to see a few things. But the elephants made a scary noise and from then on he was off it. We had a tantrum about me wanting to stay at the elephants long enough to see Mali. We had a tantrum about not being able to reach up and sit on a high fence by himself. We had a tantrum when he fell off the high fence. We had a tantrum about needing to go to the toilet. One about chocolate milk. About seeing the orangutans. About the Australian Bush section being closed off and not being able to get to the kangaroos.

The only time for re-animation was the reptile section. He ran from one window to the next, criss-crossing the reptile house's circular building with "Mama! MAMA! Look at this!" "Mamaaaaaaaaaa!"

He was so excited. It was great to see but by that stage I was nearly in tears from being tired and being over it and getting grouchy with him when I was just trying to make him happy. Him and me both.

The joy was lost for most of the day. The excitement of the zoo hadn't worked properly.

He's now playing with his cars and I'm in on the computer and we're not really talking.

And last night he burnt his mouth on a cup of hot chocolate because he chucked a tantrum about wanting the hot chocolate. We were at a friend's restaurant and he said to let him have some. He hadn't even gotten the drink to his mouth before he screamed some more because the glass was hot.

So lesson taught, huh?

And it took me most of the day to figure out what the little blister on his lip was from. I thought he'd caught a cold sore from somewhere. Or he had the plague.

But no, burnt lip.

Who's lesson then?

Oh, and tomorrow is Mother's Day...


Things The Bean has said...

"Mama, I don't want to see the monkeys. I wanna go home..."
"How about we go see the snakes and then go home?"
"Ok, on the train?"
"Yup."
"Ok, snakes and then the train."

Enter the reptile house.
"Mama, look at THAT one!"



It's probably a dinosaur evolution relationship thing, let's be honest.