Last night, John was at Young Men's/Young Women's and so we were left to our own devices. After much bickering and drama, the children went to their rooms at 7:30. We did baths, we did the advent calendar box, and then we took a break. However, things quickly deteriorated.
First, Asa hadn't eaten his dinner and was hungry. Then, Max, who was in full-blown-melt-down-mode, decided he was also hungry (and he really hadn't eaten ANYTHING for dinner). Xandri had to find her reading book so she could read in bed. Then... TRAGEDY.
Jack had left his Harry Potter, book SIX, at school. He was planning to finish it last night. However, in a cruel, cruel twist of fate (and forgetfulness), he had left the book at school. He wept. He wailed. He gnashed his teeth. He wanted to break into the school to go get it. He determined to NEVER SLEEP until he had his book again, and proceeded to sit on the couch to wait out the long, cold night. After much screaming at his siblings, and throwing two books from his mother that he might be interested in reading , he did settle, weepily into bed. Not strangely, he had a tummy ache and a headache from his hysterics. Such drama over He Who Must Not Be Named, the Half-blood Prince, and lightning boy.After late-night drinks, assurances that dad would kiss them all goodnight when he got home, the requisite requests for refills on the "BAAAAH" from Max (one is the limit), it was finally mostly quiet. John finally arrived home to only Max's wails...
Any wonder that I find little energy at 9pm. I still have 500+ pages to read and grade, and each day I lose more and more interest in doing it?
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