But then? This afternoon? Holy. MOLY. The SCREAMING. And WHINING. And THROWING. And HITTING. And HAIR PULLING. And PANTS REMOVING. (WHY does he remove his PANTS?) And did I mention the FUSSY WHINING? So finally, at 4:50pm, I just couldn't take one more second of V's melodramatic meltdowns, so I fed her dinner and dosed her up with Tylenol (it's gotta be teething) and put her to bed. At 5:10pm. And came downstairs and cracked a beer. Oh, don't call CPS, I just took inconspicuous sips. While hiding beside the fridge where the toddlerperson couldn't see me. Until I saw J's headlights coming down the road, then I chugged that brewski like a freshman frat boy. Then handed over the little Mister to the big Mister and headed off (with chocolate and my laptop) in search of a quiet place where nobody would whack me on the head with a wooden puzzle piece. Until tomorrow morning.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Raising kids is some fickle monkey business. Just when you think "hmm, what an easygoing Tuesday we're having! Who said this mom stuff was so hard, anyway?" Just when you think that, then the little people wake from their naps and pull the rug right out from underneath your smug little feet. This morning went swimmingly. The littler little napped, the bigger little played, mama got mascara on before 9am. We went to the gym, nobody cried when I left, they played nicely with their friends, and we went to the store and didn't knock over a display or shatter a single glass object! I even made a wholesome lunch! And still got them down for naps at noon on the dot! And while they napped I cleaned and organized and updated my Christmas card list and caught up on emailing!