Yesterday I took Beau and Leah to the park to run off the rotten-ness that has overcome them! That boy ran like his pants were on fire, all over the park, EVERYWHERE! With
THE TRUCK, ofcourse. Did it do any good? NOT ONE BIT! This boy is driving me crazy! He wakes up early, refuses to take a nap. By refuses, I mean, REFUSES! I don't mean, I gave in and let him get up, I mean, no matter how long he is in his room,
he does not go to sleep!!! He is even pushing bedtime later and later, sometimes, he won't go to sleep until midnight! And, he's pulling out every trick in the book.
"Mommy, I have to sleep with you, there's a wolf in my room!" "Mommy, I can't sleep in my bed 'cause it's too scary!" "Mommy, I have to have ALL my fishies, go find them for me." "Mommy, you forgot to get me my bytamins" (which I never do!)
"But, Mommy, is Daddy sleepin' wif you tonight? Is he comin' home?" (on DH's graveyard, that boy thinks he
must sleep with me, but this is when I do laundry & TRY TO
RELAX BY MYSELF) Anyway...
This morning started off rocky...Beau throwing a tantrum over there not being any juice ready for him in a tippy, like he's royalty or something! Ha! Then, Leah reading a book, Beau walks up to her, starts kicking his foot near her book, she says 'SOP IT!', he giggles, then, she moves her book away, he does it again, ofcourse...then he fell backward, I saw it all,
she did not push him one bit, he's hollering, "Mom! Weah pushed me!" Oh Lord help me!
So,today, I did the same, I took them to run. Well, the boy ran. Like he always does. I only wish I could bottle up all of his fire and use it for myself! Today, it worked. Well, my perseverance did, in any case. THE BOY TOOK AN HONEST TO GOODNESS NAP!
Haaaaaaaallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, halleeeEEElujah! So, he slept from 2ish to about 5pm!!! 3 HOURS! Little Lulu, unfortunately, pulled a Beau, and would not nap, but finally passed out at about 3:30pm, waking at 6pm. Not bad, I guess.
This is what I did with my tiny little window of spare time:
Dusted (I NEVER get this done, I hate this chore!)
Emptied/reloaded dishwasher, cleared kitchen counters (without a toddler trying to put
dirty silverware back
into the drawer!)
Sat down, took a deep breath, and realized I had some PEACE AND QUIET???I have
so forgotten what that even is anymore.
I have not sat with my own thoughts, let my muscles relax, my shoulders drop, my hands be still with nothing to rush to do. No toddler in my ear begging for a 'fut nak' (fruit snack), no dryer buzzer, NO NOISE!
Honestly, I didn't know what to do with myself. I have no idea what my life will be like when all of these kids are off to school. I don't think I could be comfortable with that. It's all so bittersweet. I need them just as much as they need me. As frustrated as I become, I could not live without the chaos.