My afternoons, five days a week, may vary slightly but are often predictable from start until the last child is snoozing. It is comforting and mundane at the same time. Afternoons are often my least favorite time of day, except for the fact that we are reunited with Tyler, life of the party that one is.
Benjamin will oft complain about the fact that we have to wait FOR-EVER in the school pick up line to get brother. The moment the whining starts, the day begins inching downhill in a rather predictable sourness.
So when 4:45 showed up on our clock yesterday, I knew I needed to remedy the grumpiness stat or else the whole day would be a bust. I called a timeout on the wrestling and bickering and told the boys to saddle up, we were going on a scooter ride!
I hoisted Nicholas up on my back and said a quick prayer to the heavens no one got hurt. My boys are notorious for landing themselves in the ER when dad is away gallivanting on business. And we totally hit the streets... all three of us (four if you count nic nac on my back)
I proclaimed it "cereal night" for dinner and a slightly later bedtime for the older two.
And then I zonked out at 10pm after having taken a Tylenol PM.
How predictable are you afternoons?


























