Bite your hand
We’ve all heard the phrase ‘bite your tongue’ in relation to not saying something that really won’t help the situation anyways. Well, I’ve got a new one for you all…bite your hand. Here’s the scenario:
Wife, 2 year old, and 6 month old are feeling out of sorts - sick, having nightmares, and teething in that order. Wife is already run down having spent the day sick and taking care of two little dudes and goes to bed early. 6 month old wakes every 90 minutes crying and can’t be consoled. 2 year old has nightmares about an apparently very scary owl. At 4 AM for the sake of his wife’s sanity, Husband takes 6 month old downstairs to the guest bedroom to sleep. An hour of crying later, Husband - not blaming the 6 month old for crying, because there’s certain to be a legitimate, although unspoken reason for it - bites down on the palm of his hand instead of (your answer here).
The amazing thing about this story is - like some sort of weird horror movie - as soon as the sun comes up, both Wife and Husband awake to the two cutest, most amazing little boys the Lord God has ever created. Albeit one is still a little wary of owls.
To all you parents who have ever bit your own hand I salute you! To my own parents who probably did it many, many times, I value you now more than ever.
man, and i thought puppies, one with diarrhea and one with the throw-ups was bad. you win.
Comment by sarahfae, aka auntie foo — October 7, 2009 @ 7:32 am
This is a common theme in my house. I may not always bite my hand, but I often have to just walk away, take a deep breath, and then go back to deal with it all again. Here is a good example: last week the kids were getting over the stomach flu and I wasout of my medicince for numerous things. We took a trip to base to pick up my medication. Base is a little over a half hour away, so inevitably by the time we are done with our errands there the kids are hungry. So we stopped for dinner at the px, and went in to do some shopping in hopes of finding a fun item to send Jason’s way. About two minutes into our shopping my beautiful little girl turned into a screaming banshee. There’s really no other way to describe it. So I tried holding her, and rubbing her back. It didn’t work. After a few minutes of this my darling son had enough and went wandering an aisle over to look in peace. He then proceeded to knock over a glass candle holder and break it, and then start crying as loud as he could because he felt so bad about it. At this moment I decided it would be best if we tried another time, and we went to check out. Every soldier in the px was trying their best not to stare, but not quite managing it. Now, of course seeing soldiers in uniform brought on another round of crying from both children about missing their daddy. We made our way to the car and I put both children inside and the few items we had picked up. I then got behind the steering wheel and took many deep breaths. I had avoided yelling at the soldiers that this is what we went through when they leave us adn our kids get sick. I had avoided screaming at the kids to be quiet. And they were both sound asleep in the backseat. I could really breathe again. And say please Lord, help them to feel better tomorrow. Just because it was difficult did not change the fact that they were my beautiful children who needed me. We have since had wonderful days, and trying days. But they are all days that the Lord has given us together and we are greatful for them. This to shall pass- enjoy it while you can.
Comment by Lea — October 7, 2009 @ 11:01 am
Teenage years to come
Comment by debra cole — October 7, 2009 @ 11:30 am
‘this too shall pass- enjoy it while you can’- so true- thanks Lea! Even on the hardest days it’s all worth it, isn’t it?!!
Comment by Jess — October 7, 2009 @ 12:27 pm
I can’t help but smile!!!
Mumsy
Comment by Mumsy — October 7, 2009 @ 1:05 pm
I’ve never had to bite my hand, but I understand where you’re coming from. And yes, this too shall pass, but not anytime soon. *Cheers* to great parenting skills!
Comment by mom — October 7, 2009 @ 1:38 pm