I had a meltdown yesterday. If I write down all the
little things that brought me to that breaking point they don’t seem like much.
Apparently too much for me though.
Let’s start with the headache. I’ve had a lot of sinus
headaches lately so I started out assuming this was one of those when it crept
up around 2pm. By the time I left work it was so bad my teeth hurt, but I didn’t
have anything to drink to take meds so I would endure until home.
Then there was traffic. I left work 15 minutes late, and
that is the difference between free flying over the bridge and sitting in mind
numbing (if it wasn’t for the headache) traffic ON the bridge.
Then I pick up the kids excited about signing Spencer up
for swim lessons. He LOVES the water but doesn’t want to take the next step to floogle-free
swimming. He’s very social – he would love lessons, right? RIGHT?
I don’t want to! (Cue whining) After a while I told him
just to shut it, and we went to the Y to check out the pool. 10 minutes walking
around the pool he conceded that he would do lessons, but then when I went to
sign him up, they don’t take non-members unless you get this $60 “program pass”
and then plus pay full price for lessons. So. No.
By the time we left there I had fully decided I was not
cooking (headache still blasting, no meds in sight) and announced that we were
going to the pizza place for dinner. All kids love pizza for dinner, right?
RIGHT????
I DON’T WANT TO GO FOR PIZZA. Cue more whining. Cue me
pulling off the road into a parking lot to sob. And sob, and cry some more.
Spencer is in the back saying sorry over and over like he broke me (he did) and
Henry doesn’t know what to think. I just couldn’t stop. Finally I got myself together
enough to get back on the road to get home, we pull into the garage and now it’s
Spencer’s turn to sulk for NO REASON when I tell him to get out of the car.
Finally all out of the car, Henry picks up a lone croton
leaf. “A feather!” he says. And then Spencer walks by and crumbles Henry’s poor
leaf. GET IN YOUR BED!
I talk to my husband, start sobbing again. I go talk to
Spencer and tell him to apologize to his brother.
“Okay. Then can we watch a movie?” No.
Cue sobs over there.
DONE.
C had to deal with it all after that. I holed up in the
room and he somehow talked Spencer out of his brat-from-hell routine, we all
went for pizza and it was lovely. I just had to be broken first.
***
And in case I didn’t learn my lesson, my neighbors needed
a last-minute babysitter tonight so I will have an extra 6-year old and 1-year
old girl in my house for 7-ish hours tonight. They are good kids, although the
older one is more hyper than my two boys combined so it promises to be a very
loud night. A good night though, I swear it. I’m making veggie
burgers and tater tots and popcorn, and they can run wild and watch movies. And
I’ll hang with baby Lucy, who’s not so much of a baby now.
Happy Friday!