Nevertheless they are awful. Everything is a major battle, nobody wants to do anything (even fun stuff like wandering around the zoo), Clare and Wesley fight, the kids tear up the house, there is lots of whining, and I just want to cry. Cry a lot. Drink some wine. Plug in my iPod. And lock myself in the bathroom. But I can't so instead I find myself yelling and being really hort. With this in mind, I am trying to do more things in the afternoons with structure or friends so that I can get out of the house and not isolate myself with two terrors.
Take a look at the picture above. They look happy right? New friends, the botanical gardens, swings, flowers, fountains, snacks, a gorgeous Spring day, and the Farmer's Market afterwards. The actual play date itself was fabulous (well, a little more mama chatting time and a little less chasing Wesley would have been nice) but the to and from part was total hell.
They were evil to get out the door, to put on shoes, and to walk to the car. When we got in the car I cried and they fought over the Diego book. Afterwards they screamed for their Daddy all of the way home, threw a miniature horse at me while I was driving, and demanded water after throwing their cup on the floor.
When we pulled in the driveway Mario was already home. I headed straight to the bathroom and locked the door...I forgot to grab the bottle of wine on the way though. They frazzle me so much lately and I can't seem to figure out the best mixture of coping. It makes me wonder why I signed up for this particular job in the first place...I wasn't very good at it today and I kind of wish they would fire me.
But to end on a cute note instead of a dreary one.
Clare: This is a castle rock for princesses!
Nate: I think it's a pirate ship!
Clare: What's your favorite color? Mine are orange and green. I don't like pink and purple anymore.
Nate: My favorite is blue but I like orange and green too.
Clare: What's your favorite color ice cream?
and on and on and on...enamoured doesn't even come close to describing it.