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?
LOVE this post!
ReplyDeleteYou sound like my friend Nora who would announce< "Strawberries and Ice Cream for supper!" The very best moms that kids love forever.
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This sounds so familiar! (The predictability of the afternoons, and the fact that they are not the best part of the day.) It's the same story here, except I'm only contending with one little monkey. Hooray for you, turning it into a fun night for your guys :)
ReplyDeleteOur afternoons (and mornings) are pretty predictable with only a few variations here and there. It almost always helps to go outside in order to salvage a tiny bit of sanity - for everyone. Scooter rides sound awesome and so does cereal for dinner!!
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cortnie
Oh heavens, the afternoons are the worst. Husband has been in Portland all week after being at Klondike scout camp last weekend and I'm at the end of my rope! Too busy, too much whining, too much for me. How do single mom's do it?
ReplyDeleteOh Emily, I'm in the same boat. The mister was in LA all week and works today. I'm spent!
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