Tuesday Night Adventures in Mothering: The Morning After Chronicles
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?
Here he is sitting at the piano:
Xandri played "We Wish You a Merry Christmas." She played it perfectly, and she had great hair. Both very important things.
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.
While they were sledding, Max watched his favorite show, "Boots!" (Dora the Explorer.) I even dug up a VHS Dora episode as there seem to be none On Demand... Max is pointing to Boots on TV in this shot.
On the eve of St. Nicholas' Day (December 5th), our children always write their Christmas letters. Each one is unique, and individually goofy. After they write them, they put out their shoes and put the letters into them. The next morning, the letters have been replaced with candy (usually gold wrapped chocolate coins).
On Friday, December 4th, John and I got to go out and celebrate the 16th anniversary of the night we got engaged! The National Honors Society offers a babysitting night for teachers and staff, and the kids went and had a marvelous time!
