Today started off well. No problems with the kids this morning while getting them up and ready for school. I needed a homework sheet for T that I couldn't find, and while I frantically searched through where I thought I put it, I couldn't find it. Somewhere in my panic of misplacing T's sheet, I recognized the rumble of the bus coming up the street. T and I dashed outside, me in bare feet and leaving S in the house with the door wide open so I could hear her and so that she wouldn't lock me out, only to see the bus pulling away from the bus stop. Sorry T! I would have looked for that paper last night if I'd had any idea it was no longer where I put it on Friday. Or where I was sure I'd put it. Don't you hate it when that happens?
We took T to school and got there in plenty of time, then headed off to the Y. S, for whatever reason, decided to balk about going to the Y this morning. Loudly. Repeatedly. Publicly. Undeterred, I gave her a few minutes in the parking lot to get it out of her system, then I enticed her into the Y by splitting a bottle of water with her. Seriously? Sometimes it's the simplest things that snap her out of a funk.
Workout completed, we headed to the car where S buckles in, immediately complains about being thirsty while simultaneously realizing she left her water bottle inside. Queue the dramatic and loud protesting and demands that we go and get it. Since we were already in motion and on the main road, we didn't go back. S was most unimpressed by this decision.
By the time we got home, she had calmed down considerably, helped I'm sure by the fact that we have bottled water a-plenty there. And juice. And milk. After we had lunch, played, and read books for a while, she curled up on the couch with a blanket and looked like she was getting sleepy. Thinking she might take a quick nap if I sang her some songs, I sat down beside her.
Guess who fell asleep? Uh huh. Not S. I dozed for about 30 minutes, and when I woke up, S was at the kitchen table, quietly going through Halloween candy. Honestly, could I make it any easier for my kids to do whatever they want sometimes? ::Snort::
2 comments:
Sounds like an interesting day, to say the least!!
Don't give up on naps...they're God's gift!! :-)
Oh, they are! They SO are. I hope that your little one continues to nap after 3. Neither of my kids have, but some of my friends kids were still taking naps at 5. But my kids sleep really well at night the majority of the time, so I can deal with the trade off.
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