Today was not a good day. It actually started out good. The first hour I was awake was great. Then I had to get out of bed. It all went downhill from there.
Today was a special day at the library in a nearby town. They had invited a juggler and yo-yo expert there to perform. I was excited. I thought the kids would love it too. My 5-year-old disagreed.
Boy: "I am not going."
Me: "Um, yes you are."
Boy: "I'm staying home by myself."
Me: "You're 5. You aren't staying home alone. Get dressed in 5 minutes or you're going in your pj's."
Boy: "Nope, you can't make me."
Enter evil laughter from me. Because we were going. Pj's or not.
I started bring out the baby and my 2-year-old to buckle them in the car. I hear him yelling in the house, "Fine! I'll get dressed, but I'm not going to help you today!"
He finally got dressed and made it out to the car. We were a few minutes late to the library for the start of the show. We go inside and it is PACKED. There are probably over 100 kids there, along with parents. I find a place for the boys to sit and Nate refuses to sit. People are giving me the evil eye because their kids are trying to see. He eventually sits down and I find somewhere to sit next to some friends with Clara. About 20 minutes into the show, the 5-year-old comes to find me. "I want to go home."
At this point, I just want to give up and go back home, but I am determined that he is not going to get his way. I tell him to sit down and watch because we aren't leaving until it is over. Ten minutes later, my 2-year-old comes and finds me. He wants to sit on my lap. Which makes the 5-year-old want to sit on my lap. Which means I have all 3 kids sitting on my lap and the boys fighting with each other. I'm surprised I made it out alive. The show ends and I am ready to leave by that point. But first, my friend brought some cloth diapers I was buying from her. She hands me the box and I manage to wrangle everyone out the door, with a package under one arm, the baby on one hip, and holding on to both the boys' hands.
We get to the car and the 5-year-old climbs in the backseat. He sits in the middle seat behind me and has to get in my car door to get to his car seat. He refuses to get out. I set the box on top of the car, pick him up and set him on the sidewalk. All this time, he's saying, "I'm not going to help you today. I don't like you anymore. I don't want to wait for you. I'm going to do it myself." However, we were parked on a very busy street. I am very exasperated at this point. As I am buckling in my 2-year-old, he climbs under his sister's seat into his car seat. Fine. I get in the car and drive away.
We're driving to go get lunch and someone behind me is honking. I don't know why they are honking. I'm driving normal. We go get McDonald's for lunch and head to daddy's work to eat. When I get to his work, I let the 5-year-old out and bring the food to set on the table. I go out to get the other kids and decide I am going to look through the box of diapers. The box of diapers that isn't there. Because it was on the roof of my car. It must have flown off the roof at some point.
I buckle the 5-year-old back in the car and we drive back to retrace our steps. There are no signs of that stinkin' box of diapers. Hopefully, whoever finds them can put them to good use. I need a whole box of cookies right now.
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Friday, June 15, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
School's Out for the Summer
Last Thursday, my oldest finished his last day of preschool. He will officially be a kindergartener next year. This is an exciting time in a boy’s life. He runs around telling me 2+3 is 5 and 6+6 is 12. He is READY. I am NOT ready however, especially for summer break.
You see, I have a summer full of activities to plan. Mostly with one purpose in mind. To keep my boys from fighting.
I am terrified at the prospect of the summer. Right now, my 2-year-old gets a half a day break from his brother while he is at school 4 days a week. No longer. Now, they can endlessly torture each other (and therefore, me) for hours and hours on end. Today, I sat down and wrote out a schedule for every day of the week. It includes lots of backyard play time. LOTS. And mandatory naps. Even for the 5-year-old. He says, “Five-year-olds don’t take naps.” To which I replied, “Well, in my house, 5-year-olds take naps!”
I love my kids dearly; I just can’t stand the fighting. I’m just hoping with lots of planning, this summer won’t turn out with me in a locked padded room.
You see, I have a summer full of activities to plan. Mostly with one purpose in mind. To keep my boys from fighting.
I am terrified at the prospect of the summer. Right now, my 2-year-old gets a half a day break from his brother while he is at school 4 days a week. No longer. Now, they can endlessly torture each other (and therefore, me) for hours and hours on end. Today, I sat down and wrote out a schedule for every day of the week. It includes lots of backyard play time. LOTS. And mandatory naps. Even for the 5-year-old. He says, “Five-year-olds don’t take naps.” To which I replied, “Well, in my house, 5-year-olds take naps!”
I love my kids dearly; I just can’t stand the fighting. I’m just hoping with lots of planning, this summer won’t turn out with me in a locked padded room.
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Bath Time Confessions
I am far from the perfect parent. FAR from it. But what I’m about to admit falls into the bad mommy category.
My kids rarely get baths.
If they don’t look dirty or smell funky, then no baths for them. Part of this is because of convenience; the other part is because my boys HATE baths and getting their hair washed.
Two weeks after I had my sweet daughter, nearly 8 months ago, my husband decided to tear out the walls of our bathtub/shower. Promises were made to replace them quickly. But 7 ½ months later, I still have plastic sheeting on the walls surrounding the bathtub. My friend and I even threatened to tile the walls if he didn’t fix it, to no avail. Last week, the promise of a trip to Home Depot kept the hope alive. The trip never happened.
So, I am living in a house with one bathroom and a torn apart tub. The tub still works. I just have to remove the plastic off the walls every time I give the kids a bath. And I have to put it back up afterwards. Once my children’s feet can’t be distinguished from the dirt they are walking in, though, it is time. I pull off the plastic, drag my kicking and screaming boys into the bathtub and throw them in.
For all the fighting they do getting in, they never seem to want to get out either. Sometimes I have to bribe them with Skittles to get in. Other times, I throw in cheap glow sticks and turn off the lights. And yet other times, I turn the water colors with a little food dye.
This week, Baby Girl got to be in the bath with the boys for the first time. She made sure they were thoroughly clean with all the splashing. And I wasn’t the bully making their hair wet.
My kids rarely get baths.
If they don’t look dirty or smell funky, then no baths for them. Part of this is because of convenience; the other part is because my boys HATE baths and getting their hair washed.
Two weeks after I had my sweet daughter, nearly 8 months ago, my husband decided to tear out the walls of our bathtub/shower. Promises were made to replace them quickly. But 7 ½ months later, I still have plastic sheeting on the walls surrounding the bathtub. My friend and I even threatened to tile the walls if he didn’t fix it, to no avail. Last week, the promise of a trip to Home Depot kept the hope alive. The trip never happened.
So, I am living in a house with one bathroom and a torn apart tub. The tub still works. I just have to remove the plastic off the walls every time I give the kids a bath. And I have to put it back up afterwards. Once my children’s feet can’t be distinguished from the dirt they are walking in, though, it is time. I pull off the plastic, drag my kicking and screaming boys into the bathtub and throw them in.
For all the fighting they do getting in, they never seem to want to get out either. Sometimes I have to bribe them with Skittles to get in. Other times, I throw in cheap glow sticks and turn off the lights. And yet other times, I turn the water colors with a little food dye.
This week, Baby Girl got to be in the bath with the boys for the first time. She made sure they were thoroughly clean with all the splashing. And I wasn’t the bully making their hair wet.
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