What did the baby do to drive you crazy?

As a treasure mother with two treasures, the baby has done countless things that drive me crazy. It is said that women are weak and mothers are strong. That's how my nerves were trained by them step by step.

For example, I am playing computer now, and my daughter is rebelling with her brother at home. Her ears are full of their meaningless nagging, which makes people dizzy from morning till night like a spell. Every day, they don't stop except sleeping. From time to time, they quarrel over a toy and then shout, "Mom! Mom! Come on! " The other was in tears, and my head suddenly became bigger. Even if they don't quarrel, when I finished, I turned to look at them. I saw a room full of toys and some unknown things piled up there, my brain buzzing like a garbage dump.

My brother always wears diapers, saying that it is not good to always wear diapers. Always put urine on your ass to breathe. I believe in evil. I haven't brought it since I changed his diaper. I think I'll bring it again later. As a result, he took advantage of the gap to pee in our bed His clothes are wet, but everything on our bed is wet. I changed his clothes, threw them on another bed, took everything off our sheets and put on new ones. As a result, when I came to hug him after I was busy, he actually put it on again.

As for my daughter, it was even more terrible when I was a child. By then, she was able to climb. I put her on the mat on the ground in summer and didn't bring her a diaper. And she pulled it down there. Maybe she hasn't seen how she stinks before. When she finished, she grabbed it with her hands. When I found it, she was holding a hand and preparing to send it to her mouth. I was devastated. Grab her hand, she was still crying, scratching her hand in mid-air, and then my body was covered with her shit. I can't bear to recall the scene at that time. I don't remember how I cleaned and changed her clothes. I didn't eat that day anyway. Maybe it's psychological. The smell of that thing stayed on me for at least three days. I don't know if she ate it in her mouth yet.

The above examples are endless, but the problem of excrement and urine probably broke through my inner bottom line, so I was particularly impressed. Although my daughter is now in kindergarten, she has begun to dislike the smell of her younger brother, but I really can't bear to tell her how smelly you were when you were a child, and you are going to eat it now. Ha ha! Decided to wait until she was older to tell her, which was a "reward" for the two handprints she tattooed on me.

Since then, I have formed the habit of making friends and recorded all their anecdotes. When they grow up, I can see with my own eyes how naive they were when they were young, and how difficult it was for me to raise them on my mother! Hee hee!