Sobs

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.

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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!