WRESTLING (ON SHOUTING AND LOSING TEMPER Part I)

"Shouters, it seems, still put themselves on a par with convicted criminals", Anne Karpf of The Guardian wrote on his article: HERE. Its exactly how I feel every time the boiling point of my lost temper get douched by guilt. Lately, Lukie and Dylan are getting into my nerves and would often make me raise my voice before I get them to obey.


Wrestling is one of the culprit, I guess. Its their new game. Before these two little boys jostle against each other, as wild and rugged as they can be, Lukie would shout, "WRESTLING!". My cue that the veins on my neck would soon distend from trying to stop them with their rough play.





As expected, my two year old Dylan would be locked under his 7 year old brother's weight. Lukie who is twice heavier doesn't seem to understand that his brother is hurting. Then Dylan would "cry out for help" and that will not stop his big brother as he laughs and presses more weight. Of course, I will come "to the rescue". Then the shouting comes before Lukie would understand, I meant stop as in STOP.

Dylan is released, he'll compose himself then he would again go pull Lukie's shirt. My eldest would run dragging his little brother now, who is still clinging tightly on Lukie's clothes. If Dylan had a strong grip and won't have a hard fall, Lukie will again lock and press him down.

These, they happen to love doing while I prepare supper and worst when I am rushing so I could give them a bath before we eat. That's when I lose it and I would yell at them. Oh, they would stop! But when I am back in the kitchen, they'll resume their act and we'll do the scene all over again....