Surely my children are not the only ones. Absolutely not. I just can’t believe that they’re such an anomaly. It’s almost irritating.
Every afternoon around 4 o’clock, my boys transform into creatures who resemble my children but are inhabited with little demons. It never fails, like the a man changing into a werewolf at a full moon. They become something other than my children at the stroke of 4 EVERY afternoon, regardless of the day of the week. I mean EVERY AFTERNOON.
Please don’t tell me I’m stuck in this parallel universe alone, forced to suffer through the tortures of seeing children I love so much become such little monsters.
As stay at home moms, there are things we are forced to endure, there are scientific abnormalities we never knew existed. One of these is the complete mutation of our little spawns. I suppose I could blame my current viewpoint on binge watching episodes of Fringe over the weekend, but I can’t help but wonder if at 4 o’clock either I cross over into another universe or if my kids do.
Davey gave up naps about a year ago. On occasion, we can get him to take a snoozer, but it’s rare. Henry; however, is still forced to face the dreaded bed and a 2-3 hour nap every afternoon. If he doesn’t nap, it’s like the Apocalypse has descended upon my house. During Henry’s nap time is the only time I allow Davey to watch television and even then it’s only for about an hour or so, long enough for me to take care of some necessities. So, one would think that if Henry is well-rested and Davey’s had some “down time” as well, their attitudes would be different, right? WRONG!
Henry whines, he takes toys from his brother, he runs around like a screaming banshee and the entire time from when he awakes from what should be “restful slumber”, he’s yelling, “bites!” which means he wants a snack. My conundrum with this is that I’m trying to feed them dinner by 6 and I want them to be somewhat hungry so they may have a pleasant dining experience. Unfortunately, most days I seem to be caving and like a broken seal that keeps leaking, once you’ve given Henry a snack, regardless of the size or what it is, he wants more.
When Henry whines, Davey becomes irritable. He wants to slap his brother, I mean literally slap him, and on occasion I’ve caught him slapping Henry which leads to punishment for him and an even more horrible time for me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what occurs during the course of 2-3 hours in the afternoon that turns my children into raving lunatics. At first, I thought they only did this with me, but no. My husband experiences it first hand. My parents have even suffered through this remaking of our children.
Yesterday afternoon was the same. I love my boys. I’m blessed to have them, I just wish they wouldn’t be little screaming leeches every afternoon. I must remind myself on occasion that I’m stronger than them, that my mind has more power, but alas they literally break me down. Perhaps I don’t possess the strength I thought I had or I’ve come to underestimate theirs.