** WARNING: This post contains no blood or vomit or other bodily fluids and does contain a lot of self-pity that any normal mother would roll her eyes at...
So at 4:40am this morning, I get a little knock on the door from Kid#1 - he's been having nightmares and can't get back to sleep. Of COURSE he's having nightmares - Hubby and I were actually out on a date night for the first time in forevah and we had a sitter and the sitter put them to bed, which meant a break from routine, and Hubby and I were in bed late - so the conditions were ripe for a bad night's sleep for the Kiddle.
Hubby isn't budging so I go into the Kid's room and stay with him, fitfully dozing beside him on the single mattress, until 6:50am when I finally wake up enough to get to my shower and the usual stuff of the morning. Hubby sees me in the hallway and, all bright and bushy-tailed, asked how I was doing. I'm proud of myself that I didn't bite his head off for being such an enviable solid sleeper...
Kids were both veeerrrrryyyy sssslllloooooooooooowww to get up out of bed which meant breakfast was rush rush rush. Then, of COURSE, it's "bring your bike to school" because there's a bike lesson after school with the police department in honour of TV turn-off week (see how this works?) so Kid#2 wants to bike to school - which means finding the bike, and the helmet, and the lock... Kid#1, after saying that yes, he did want to bike, now says no, he won't bike (and I bet this will change again at the end of the day but too bad, so sad...) so I head to the garage with Kid#2 to find his bike (etc) and tell Kid#1 to meet us in front of the house for the walk to school.
So Kid#2 finds his bike, but then we can't find Kid#1. He has disappeared - somewhere. I yell into the house - he's not there. His backpack isn't inside, but I have to leave because Kid#2 has already taken off on his bike down the street towards the school... ARGH! At least Hubby is still home, so if Kid#1 is inside the house, he's not alone. And really, at 9 yrs old, if he was alone for 15 minutes, he'd be fine...
Off I run (and I'm not a runner) to school after Kid#2 and, you guessed it, Kid#1 is already there. RIOT ACT TIME!!! He says that oh, he left after us and followed us to school. So how, Einstein, did he get to school before us? Einstein might have had something to say about that - Kid#2 does not.
Oh - and then I forgot the bike lock because I was so busy looking for Kid#1... So after Kid#2 and I lean his bike against the fence, I RUN back home (did I mention I'm not a runner?) and get the lock, which I then successfully foist upon the departing Hubby so that he can take the lock to the school on his way to work in the car - and so I don't have to do anymore running...
Anyhow, I finally did get home and into my work of a busy day - and you know what snapped me out of my bad mood? This video right here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8TwRmX6zs4&feature=player_embedded
Enjoy!
** End of pity party. ;-)
PS> Any Canadian readers had better be voting today!!!
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