This week I had to leave the kids with family and babysitters for most of their waking hours. My husband was in the hospital for gastric bypass surgery, and so I was at the hospital quite a bit. After every hospital shift, I came home to my kids to hear the “report.” And this is basically what I heard every time: “Oh, they were so good! We had such a good time! No crying or screaming, they ate, went to bed easily. They sat on my lap and we read for half an hour!”
What??!! No CRYING? No SCREAMING?! They were happy the whole time?!!
Seriously, what gives? After bringing my husband home from the hospital today, I endured another day with my screaming offspring. They fight over my lap, my time, my attention, the toys and floor space. They cry with little to no provocation. They fling themselves on the ground in protest to the word “no.” They throw toys, hit, and can destroy our home in 2.8 seconds. I spent my afternoon creating fun things to do (wrestling, playing with play dough, practicing flips, watching a music DVD and allowing them to “help” me in the kitchen.) Now, I think that sounds like a pretty good day, but to my 16 month old son and daughter, it was akin to torture. At least it must have been based on the level of unhappiness. At one point, my aunt called and I had to take the call on the front porch while watching the kids through the bay window just so I could hear her over the crying. They were terribly vexed that I had decided to stand up and answer the phone, and were uncontrollably sobbing. My poor recuperating husband has asked for earplugs!
So, please, dear readers, tell me what gives?! Why are my kids seemingly happier with everyone other than me?! Is it because I discipline? Have higher standards? Still have to run the household? Why, oh why, do my children act so unhappy with me and not everybody else?!