It started off well. I mean, as well as it could. Irelyn has fallen into the rut that most school-aged kids do, basically, she cannot talk and get ready for school at the same time. So the mornings involve David and I repeatedly reminding her to “get her butt in gear” which then ends up in one of the kids telling a potty joke. Ah, fun. This is all part of our normal morning though – so it was a good start.
Once Irelyn was at school David whipped up some omelets for us to eat. While I ate I watched Grayson play Star Wars. We then went upstairs to the family room and he and his sister let me sleep on the couch for a couple hours with minimal interruptions. Still a good day.
I did a little homework. We had quesadillas for lunch. We watched Fantasia and Fantasia 2000. David had no meetings during the time I had to pick up Irelyn so Chloe and Grayson hung out upstairs (he works downstairs when at home) and I picked up Irelyn.
Got home. Dispersed snacks.
Took out the good ol’ Macbook to work on homework some more.
I’m trying to revise a script for class – it’s supposed to be a comedy so I need to be in a good mood. I was not.
Irelyn goes into crazy-after-school-my-teacher-gave-me-a-red-bull mode. At least that is what it seems like. She antagonizes her sister. She makes Grayson cry.
Flynn starts kicking me in the ribs. I guess he could hear all the commotion in the womb.
I put everyone in time out – myself included.
Grayson cries. Irelyn stomps. Chloe doesn’t give a damn and plays quietly in her room (which is odd).
David comes up to see what is going on. I have it “under control” so he goes back downstairs to work on his homework.
We stay in time out for twenty minutes. I make some progress on my homework.
I release the children from their “cages.” It starts all over.
By the time dinner was done so was I.
It was just one of those days where I was not only literally out numbered by the kids (as I always am) but I felt it. I lost my cool and I don’t like when that happens.
No mom wakes up with the intent of yelling at their kids. At least I hope none do.
Tomorrow will be better.