"Someone get me outta here!!" Thats the current refrain coming from my son's bedroom. He is in bed. well he is supposed to be in bed, but I have a feeling that he is lying naked on his bedroom floor because he refused to put his pj's on. So rather than fight with him, I did what any good parent would do and threw him in his room, threw the pjs at him and told him to get in to his bed. Thats when daddy and I were treated to this lovely chorus of "Get me outta here". Sigh.
My Stellz is also in bed, crying cause she wants daddy. I told her daddy isn't going to save her and if she doesn't stop Pink Bear (her prized possession) will go bye-bye. Now I am listening to Stella crying and Jonas yelling. Not to be left out my little Sophie has decided to throw one of her random screaming fits. On occasion my Sophie bear takes a notion to just start screaming for no apparent reason. She will scream almost incessantly for anywhere from 1-3 hours, then just as randomly stop and be fine and happy for days. She still manages to sleep 8-10 hours a night so don't feel too sorry for me.
By now you might be wondering how it all disintegrated into this. Well, it started around supper time. I had 2 cavities filled this morning and when the freezing wore off, it was very painful. Still have that prickly feeling that you get when you hear fingernails on a black board. That meant that daddy had to take over the supper making duties. Now normally Jeff plays with the kids while make dinner, and let me tell you the kids were not happy with this role reversal. Strike one. The kids did not get their usual daddy attention. They did however have plenty of time to destroy my rec room, make screeching noises, and use the couch as a trampoline.
Daddy made a wonderful supper and my starving family sat down to eat. (We had haddock with sweet potato risotto if you are wondering). Why were we starving? Well three weeks ago we decided to follow a menu plan based on the principals from a book called "Eat Clean" in other words, we decided to eat little or no processed foods, whole grains and tons of fruits and veggies, protein shakes, etc. It is not calorie reduced, it its just combining lean protein with complex carbs at every meal and eating six times a day. Anyway, my kids had somewhat of a revolt and mostly refuse their snacks and suppers. I was hungry because of my dental work I couldnt eat all day so instead of five meals I had one and a protein shake. Hungry parents=grouchy parents and hungry kids=misbehaving kids. Strike two.
After dinner plain yogurt with bananas was served. My kids love this because we let them cut or mash the banana in the yogurt themselves. Also they might have still been hungry because they only eat the meat part of dinner. Now here is where I believe the evening went to hell in a hand basket. Jeff was cleaning the kitchen, I was busy on the computer. We were once again letting the children fend for themselves. Unfortunately, we failed to notice that the kids were pretending to be cats and eating their yogurt with their faces. As you can imagine, this resulted in a huge mess. Strike three.
When asked to clean up the mess, my wonderful children called me a "bossy freeloader" and ran away. Perhaps it was my pounding headache, my hunger, or the sight of the mess, but I lost it. I yelled so loud that I hurt my throat. Thats when we decided it was bedtime. Bedtime in my house is around seven thirty or when I can no longer stand the sight of my kids. So off we went to wash hands and brush teeth and get ready for bed. I got so angry with them that I ended up sending them to bed and skipping the teeth brushing and hand washing, Now I have dirty, tired children with rotten teeth. And you know what? I don't care. All I know is I need to not be around them right now.
Well what do you know? In the time it took me to write this the little monsters have gotten quiet, well except for the youngest monster she is still screaming her head off. I am hoping this means the little boogers have gone to sleep and are not just taking a break from the yelling. Sigh. It is going to be a long night...
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