I don’t like you. I don’t even love you. I’m not even going to live with you anymore. I only like Dad.
Just before noon we were on our way to the park after a productive morning of me putting a dent in the to do list around the house and the kids played. It ended as quickly as it started, when five year old attitude and screaming ensued after Violet no longer wanted Olivia to pull the wagon because she was Zooming her. Olivia wouldn’t let go of the wagon when I said, slapped my hand, and since we’re in the process of being a bit more harsh lately to turn around attitudes, I turned around and said we were going home.
Screaming, for ten minutes while she ran around the park entrance like a crazy person and I counted to three for the thirtieth time prompted me to turn around, and walk away. Finally, she followed.
She was pissed. We came home, she was still screaming and hit my arm as we walk by so she spent the next hour in her room screaming about how much she wanted to go back to the park.
Finally, she calmed. She came down, she apologized, and asked to watch Netflix. It’s been three days of no Netflix, so I said no.
Through the rest of the day, they played together, but refused to clean up their messes, refused to eat lunch and too much yelling (me). The last straw came at four o’clock when I took a six minute phone call, checked in on them half way through since I stepped outside to avoid the excited screams of play, and Kinetic Sand was everywhere. The towels and blankets I had folded were unfolded and they managed to destroy the entire living room in three minutes flat.
It was one of those afternoons where I knew they weren’t going to cooperate when I said it was time to clean it, that was obvious from the half assed attempt to pick up all the sand (the good part about Kinetic sand) for the five minutes I tried.
Solution? Naps. For silence, sanity-getting-back and the last half of the Call the Midwife episode I was watching. Who cares if it’s four o’clock. Good days can start late, right?
They napped. I filled the dishwasher, cleaned the surfaces of the couch, picked up all of the toys, cleaned up the sand, washed off the table and benches, cleaned the counters, washed off the outside and inside of the front door, threw another load of laundry in the washer and re-folded the towels. I enjoyed the silence, and sipped on a Bellini, thinking about how summer was quickly coming to an end.
I threw dinner back in the freezer and decided that it wasn’t too late to turn today around. The house was clean, I got to watch a half hour of uninterrupted Netflix, I was sipping on a cold drink. The house was quiet.
We decided to plan for a dinner in the park, with our friends. We planned it, stopped to grab some food and drove to Kinsmen to spend time sliding down the long slides. We learned it was more fun with a blanket. We came home with filthy kids. We stopped on the way home for Oodle Noodle, since it’s Olivia’s favorite and we’re not in the city often to get it. We had a second supper, stayed up until almost Midnight with Olivia and let them sleep in our bed.