We have a record foks!

We officially lasted 32 minutes at church yesterday. My kids were sooooooooo naughty, I wanted to cry. To give you a small taste of what I was dealing with…here’s a short list of what I recall from the meeting. This doesn’t come close to encompassing every issue we faced in that short 32 minutes that felt like 332 minutes though….

1. Wyatt was crying as we walked in the door because he could NOT have a sucker.
B. He then fought with Chase over who got to sit on my lap. (I will say that typically Chase wins because he cries the loudest and longest when mommy shares her lap with anyone but him. Wyatt knows this, but just tries to antagonize Chase. This Sunday, it worked in a major way.)
IV. They fought over who got the bag of pretzels. (My mistake was I only had one bag…should have just left it at home.) Wyatt’s FIRST complaint was that he wanted the FAT pretzels…but apparently as soon as Chase was eyeing them, he decided he’d take what he could get. He would not share without screaming at me, and Chase in turn started with the screams.

Now mind you, the entire time..Wyatt is NOT speaking in his "reverant church voice". Not even close.

Wyatt then decided he would be ‘funny’ and run around the aisle. Chase tried to follow suit, until I shut them both down…but of course, the screams got loud at that point as I wrestled them into seats again.

We then proceeded to make a rain shower of flash cards because it’s much funner to throw them, then to actually look at them.

I know at one point, I got hit. Then they turned their rage on each other and started to brawl….this was during the point I was gathering up our things because there was just NO WAY I was going to let any of this continue.

I told the boys ‘let’s go’. Wyatt said “Where?”. I told him he was getting spanked! So as we exited, he was now shouting: “No mommy, don’t spank me!”. At that point, I couldn’t be any more embarrassed so I did nothing to calm him. We marched right out to the car, got home (where he screamed for another 30 minutes straight), and he went right to his room for a long nap! I was done.

To top it all off, this guy kept turning around and staring at us…THE WHOLE TIME. I wanted to say: WHAT THE HELL? Either HELP me or just turn around and pay attention! Mind your business!


It’s one thing if it’s JUST Wyatt acting out. (Which is typically how it goes down.) Usually I can manage him with a few threats. The problem I have is when they are both just Loud, Cranky and Nasty to each other and fighting over every thing in the bag just for the sake of a fight. It was beyond my powers to control them both at the same time. Chase has developed a healthy set of lungs I might add! UGH. I guess I’ll THINK about trying again next Sunday. That is a BIG MAYBE at this point though. The wounds are still too fresh.