It's been a while... and I've attempted that sappy, sentimental "where has the time gone, we're enjoying the day" kind of post... and deleted it... several times.
Yesterday:
It was an interesting one. Good, but interesting (as they all are).
I bribed Joel to go to school, citing that tomorrow (today) he wouldn't have to. He went. 'nuff said.
I threw Kaeden and Carter into their seats and went to do errands with my mom. We went to see new construction homes for her. Kaeden decided he likes her new home more than ours and asked where she was going to put his bed.
Carter threw a fit in Applebee's because an elderly woman took a balloon and didn't give it to him as he clearly yelled "ooh ooh ooooh" at her with his sweet, innocent chubby cheeks. I believe in his baby babble he cursed her out so viciously that she'll never pull that stunt again. He calmed as he discovered the helium tank blowing up his and Kaeden's balloons. He then stole Kaedens as well.
We arrived home. Joel and daddy were outside enjoying a beautiful day. I wondered why Joel wasn't on his power wheel, all to discover daddy forgot to re-install the charged batteries. I put the batteries in and realized that daddy was onto something--saving his lower extremities from being destroyed by large plastic cars and overanxious boys driving them.
I bbq'd dinner on the grill. Joel decided that we should all eat outside. The kids stayed IN THEIR SEATS at their picnic table. I decided we need one of those for in the house too.
We followed a very well eaten dinner with ice cream cones. While handing them out to everyone Carter apparently felt he wasn't being served fast enough (or worried he wouldn't get one) and had a fit, chasing me down screaming. When he got his, he smashed into it and screamed. He apparently didn't realize it was ICE cream. The cold gets him everytime. (and we all still laugh at his innocence).
The boys bathed after being outside and in the dirt and well, simply being boys... and went off to bed.
And then I remembered the peace that ensued before becoming a parent... as I do each and every night about 9pm. I enjoyed it until that moment of clarity that the peace I was experiencing was going to end as soon as the sun came up--and threw myself into bed at 1am.
It's now 8am. I've showered and parented for two hours, and I'm truly beginning to believe the reason I'm so tired is because of the reminiscent behavior that occurs each night from 8p-1a.
I should sleep more. Maybe, I should go try that now... before one of them sets fire to something or gets to fighting. ...cause that's going to happen.
