1 Late Husband, 3 Hungry Kids... And A Gesture That Changed Everything
It had been a trying day. It was one of those days in which the tiniest bump or the smallest "no" or the wrong song prompted tears. Every diaper was a "seriously? again?" diaper. No one ate well. No one napped well. A toy no one was playing with became the toy everyone wanted to play with the minute someone picked it up. There was whining. Barking. Screaming. It was too cold to go outside. I was frustrated. And exhausted. I think we all were. I messaged Andy asking him what time he was going to be home so I could have dinner ready. The kids start melting down around 5:30pm. Andy is usually home by 6pm. If dinner is much later than 6pm, I truly believe the kids believe the world is ending. It's as if the slightest hunger pains turn them into little crazy people but if I give them a snack, they won't eat dinner and then they won't sleep well at night. So we shoot for six o'clock dinners. And Andy responded and said he'd be home at 6pm. So I made dinner. I held (a crying) Owen the entire time-except when opening and shutting the oven door. James either clung to my leg or rolled around the floor, screaming. Sophie continually begged for "more TV" and "gummies," both of which I kept saying "no" to. BLOG POSTS
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