A Bit of Cyn

Yesterday was one of the worst days I’ve had in a long time with the kids. It started out fun. Dale, Ron, Vetah, and I went tubbing at a local ski hill. I haven’t been tubbing in such a long time! It was pretty fun, and I didn’t get as cold as I thought I would. After, we went out for lunch.

Ron wanted to stay at the ski hill to go snowboarding with Dale. I said sure, why not, go have fun! I was rethinking my decision almost immediately when I got home. Drew had a VERY early nap which wasn’t very long. That equals crabby, tired little boy. Sophia was also tired and crabby. Between the two, I was ready to give up. Drew cried for 45 min. to an hour straight. I tried feeding him, rocking him, putting him back down for a nap, reading books, watching TV–nothing worked! I finally left him crying on the floor by himself. He finally calmed down enough and stopped the crying.

(Funny side note: While I was trying to put Drew back down for a nap, I finally put him on his floor and walked out to deal with Sophia. As I walked out of his room he slammed the door on me. It was hilarious! He did it with a purpose, out of anger. Of course, I didn’t laugh and told him that wasn’t okay. But inside? I was totally laughing!)

It was dinner time and it was a fight. They didn’t want anything except junk. We finally settled on pancakes, but even that was a fight because Sophia wanted to do it all (and it wasn’t safe for her to do so). Based on their behavior, I decided it was time for bath and bed. Getting them upstairs and in the bath was a huge chore, physically and emotionally. Drew and Sophia cried almost the entire time! I needed to wash them both and neither of them wanted it to be done. Ugh.

Moving on to bed time… Drew cried the entire time I was putting his diaper on, lotion on, and pj’s on. Ugh. I knew it was because he was tired, but still. Sophia was not listening and kept touching him, taking his toys, coming into Drew’s room as I was trying to get him down for the night. I was really losing it by then.

I finally got Drew down and went to deal with Sophia. I asked her to get two books to be read, but she didn’t. So I told her I wasn’t reading books that night. She cried; I put on the Read-Along CD for her and left. I just couldn’t deal any more. I was tired and frustrated and knew things would get much worse if I stayed. I decided leaving was the lesser of the two “evils”.

Anyway, it was a bad, bad evening for all of us…except Ron who had a great time. I’ll be happy if this type of night doesn’t occur for another year!!