We got home from my sister’s house late Monday night and I haven’t quite pulled myself together yet. Vacations really throw me off. I didn’t have meals planed for Tues and Wednesday so we ended up having a quick stir fry dad made last night and I can’t even remember what we had for dinner on Tues.
That boy is by far my pickiest eater to date. Imagine my surprise when he scarfed down dinner tonight and begged for seconds and thirds. Then when he was playing outside he somehow got into the house and found half a baked potato on the stove and brought that out to eat while he pushed his little bike around.
I just found out Salmon is his new favorite food.
Just look at that happy boy. These were taken of him after dinner when he begged for the last two little pieces of fish that were in the pan.
We had Salmon, baked potatoes and green beans for dinner. It was salmon that still had the skin on and I don’t know about y’all, but I can’t handle eating fish skin. Conner and Thatcher were downing it. I was trying not to dry heave thinking about it’s texture and I didn’t want them to know I think it’s gross because it’s actually a great source of fish oil and I was happy they were eating it, but man. YUCK!
They fought over who could have both Sim and I’s fish skin. They should have plenty epa and dha for a day or two.
As for the rest of the day.
In the morning I dropped kids at school and then I went to the gym, hardly did anything there, I just didn’t have it in me to do a class today. I did some stretching, push-ups, leg stuff and then did ten minutes on the treadmill so I could talk to my friend who showed up. She mentioned she was going to the park after so I decided to go there after I picked up Charlotte from preschool.
We had a great time, we took Charlotte’s friend Alivia with us and it was fun to see friends, and get to play in the nice weather. When we were leaving Charlotte started running ahead, as usual. I told my friend, I was walking towards the car with, that Charlotte (the tripping over her own feet queen) was going to biff it. Sure enough, she did. It was a good one and she scrapped her elbow pretty badly. Luckily, we live close to the park so I put a wet little paper towel thing on it and headed home. She screamed the entire way, and like always, I was trying to decide how much pain she was in and how much was just drama.
When we got home I sat her up on the bathroom sink so I could clean it up and put a bandage on it. With how many times she had to turn around to check and see if her face looked pathetic enough in the mirror, I’m leaning toward drama a little heavier then toward pain.
I decided to let her skip her nap today because I thought Sim was going to play b-ball tonight and when she has a nap she takes longer to put to bed, so I thought I was being really smart to keep her up so that she would go to bed easy for me since Sim wouldn’t be around to help out with bed time. That kinda back fired, first of all he didn’t end up going tonight so he was here to help deal with bedtime, and second I had to put up with a significant amount of drama and tears all afternoon from a girl who was over tired especially after all the energy she exerted crying over her hurt elbow.
Don’t let this smile fool you. She cried over everything and was extra obstinate. It was not my favorite. Each time she had an episode, it would take me a minute and then I’d remember, “oh yeah, I had the brilliant idea not to have you take a nap today.”
If I had to give a “Favorite Child” award out today, it would go to Thatcher. He seemed the lowest maintenance today, which is actually pretty rare, so I’m going to celebrate that.
In other news…..
“Helping” Conner finish his reports for the Patriot Program at school just might be the death of Sim and I. It’s due tomorrow. He’s known about the deadline for months, but he waited until yesterday and today to do the big reports. And let me point out this is a voluntary thing. He chose to do this. I was hoping he wouldn’t. I could see this struggle coming from a mile away.
Writing a report is basically the worst form of punishment for Conner so having two back to back (one last night, one tonight) had been absolute torture. The worst part is I know he is really trying to do his best, but his attention span is KILLING ME!!! “Conner, have you finished the first paragraph yet?” “Conner, stay focused.” “Conner, do you need to go in a different room to help you stay focused?” “Conner, if you don’t get this done tonight, you will not be able to get the patriot.” “Conner, that fist paragraph looks good, keep going, it’s already an hour passed your bed time.” AHHHHHHHHHH!
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger……or more addicted to sugar and Netflix in my case. Sometimes you just need a little ice cream to sooth the twitch that comes after a long day of parenting. Can I get an AMEN!?!?!?!?
Keep it Real!!
Maria
Oh! A big AMEN to you! I hate when my boys put off doing big assignments. It is truly the worst thing ever. Especially when they are so exhausted and really can’t function anymore, but still want your advise, but hate all the advise you give. Worse then mosquito bites and throwing up, I think. :/
Hang in there!!
Haha! Glad to know I have a fellow suffer-er. I love your analogy. 🙂