I got home today from working, kids were hungry, only one was excited about pizza, but it was not the child that wants to eat it morning, noon, and night. He refused to eat it and was very disgruntled that I even had the idea of me making homemade pizza for dinner. After the dinner battle was over, the youngest wanted to go to bed, he has not been feeling well. While the older two where extremely rowdy and would not settle down to let the baby sleep or to do their homework.
I get the kids to do reading and study spelling. I even made myself some dinner and sat down to eat it. You know where this is going. The minute you think you have things under control, big mistake. The rules of being a mom are simple, never think you have things under control, and never think you can make yourself dinner with all three kids up, husband gone, and be able to eat it hot.
I had about three bites and then Aaron through his coat at his sister, but it hit me instead, almost knocking the plate over. The noises made Dylan awaken and he came out full of energy and ready to play. Aaron was happy to play with him but 5 year olds are not always observant and he closed the toy cabinet on Dylan’s hand. Many tears, a stern lecture, and some baby Tylenol and things were calm again. However my dinner was cold, it was past bed time. At the time that this is happening I just feel like I want, no need a vacation day. One glorious day when no one is complaining, arguing, ignoring, or disrespecting.
Then people, then what happens is the kids go to bed, they fall asleep. Dylan crawls in my lap cuddles up and falls asleep. I have all the vacation I need, and since all the kids are asleep and the husband is still not home, I have a girlie show recorded and cookie dough ice cream in the freezer!
