At this point in time, I was beyond frustrated. I had used up my "sweet and patient" voice & even run through all of the "angry mama" voice that I had.
I had moved on to "resigned to their misbehavior and too tired to really care anymore."
So, as the boys were whining and complaining and not listening to me in the coffee shop, I would sigh and say things like
- *sigh* I can't understand you when you are whining, so you had better try again.
- *sigh* It doesn't matter how much you complain about it, you aren't getting another cookie.
- *sigh* Will you please just sit your bottom down like a big boy?
- *sigh* No, you may not show me how to do a somersault right now.
As we were packing up to leave, not one, but TWO different tables full of people complimented me on how PATIENT and KIND I was being with my children, adding how rare it was to see such loving parenting when kids are misbehaving in public.
*gulp* uh, thanks.
Good thing they couldn't hear my internal monologue. Particularly the parts where I thought about just leaving the kids there for a few hours.
Apparently, my "too tired to care" voice comes across as "caring." Who knew?