Today I got so fed-up of telling the boys a hundredth time to pick up their toys that I started scolding and threatening.
This is nothing new to the boys. They know when Mommy has had it up to her eyeballs, they better do as they are told.
Today, I was actually scolding Max who has dumped his basketful of cars all over the main walk way, a bunch of kids' DIY of rubber nuts, and plastic parts all over the TV area and he was ignoring me, pulling a tractor and truck along with a piece of string.
Micah had taken the cue quite quickly and had picked up his Lego blocks from the floor.
I was still scolding and started putting some of Max's toy cars into a plastic bag:
"Max, you don't want to take care of your toys, I'm giving these to children who don't have toys to play with."
"NO. I want. I want." He called back, but not seriously picking up his toys.
Micah observed us from the sofa, then said,
"Mommy. You are grouchy. Like the green monster in Elmo's World."
I was actually amused that he made that link. I made the conscious effort not to smile.
But I just explained sternly bout why Mommy's is now the Grouch....
After that was dinner time...and the grouch had left the room.
Mommy was feeding them chicken rice.