She always goes to DH’s side of the bed because he is usually a sucker and loves to snuggle with her. But he hasn’t been sleeping well and can’t take the constant kicks to the gut and head any longer or having a few inches of mattress to sleep on. So she was out of luck. He kept telling her to get back into her own bed. She would have had better luck coming to my side of the bed because I would have given up as tired as I was and yanked her over me to climb in the middle of us.
Any way. I couldn’t sleep and ended up waking about 20 minutes before the alarm went off. You have no idea how bad I wanted to hide under the blankets and force myself back to sleep. Instead, I went downstairs and read Facebook posts.
Closer to 8AM, I started waking up the girls. I got the younger ones’ clothing laid out and went to get in the shower. As I got out, I can hear Lil Miss talking to Miss Priss. DH, who is still laying in bed rolls over and says, “I been listening to her talk and today isn’t going to be a good day”. Great…
Thankfully she was dressed so I was able to shuffle her down the stairs to eat breakfast. I know that if I can get her doing something she enjoys…one being eating, that I have bought myself a few minutes to focus on the other children. Plus I ran into Flannel Boy as he was coming out of the downstairs bathroom and threw him Lil Bambino’s clothes and told him to get him changed and dressed.
Everyone is dressed, fed and out the door. We have to divide up due to Miss Priss having a friend stay over. So girls and Lil Bambino with me, Flannel Boy and Lil Monster with DH in his car. We didn’t even get out of the drive before Lil Miss started bugging the crap out of everyone. By the time we are
Farther down the road we come upon a 10 mile long train. S’rsly. This thing is long and at least a 10 minute wait every time. So I jump out and tell DH that he is switching kids with me. I make Flannel Boy and Lil Monster get out of the car and get into the van. they didn’t even argue. They jumped out and did as I said, so questions asked. Then I go back and get Lil Miss out of the van. She jumps out and guess what?! NO SHOES!
She instantly knows why I am giving her “the look”. She looks at me with a smile and says, “Oh yeh, I must have forgot my shoes.” Me…I don’t even care. I bring her around and DH is standing outside his car door and says, “Where’s her shoes?!” I responded, “Don’t ask!”
He asks me if he should drive back and get them. UMMM, NO!!!! I told him to go straight to the pharmacy and get that script filled because it ran out yesterday and I wasn’t going a day without it!
So we go our separate ways. He never gets to church…and he isn’t answering his phone. I have to warn you, I have a SERIOUS OVERACTIVE IMAGINATION. By the time church was over, I was wondering where he had hid the body.
I get home and she is sitting in a chair in the front room quiet as can be. She gives me that pouty stuck out lip look….sorry, she is in one piece, DH has all his hair, so I don’t care. I grab the keys and head over to my mom’s. He has it handled.
After a movie date with my mom, I head over to my Big Girl’s house. (She lives next door to my parents). I am starting to experience a little anxiety because my parents aren’t known for their “parental support” when it comes to the grandkids. They are learning…believe me. They have had lots of practice now with behavioral issues these last few years.
But today I was surprised. Lil Miss started her manipulation and my mom instantly nipped it in the bud. Not that it stopped her from continuously repeating and asking for things 101 different ways. But my mom didn’t play into it.
The look on my mom’s face was priceless. Lil Miss asked her the same question in about 5 different ways along with a l-o-n-g explanation as to WHY she should say yes. Mom looks over at me and I just started laughing. I told her, “See what we get to do all day?” I was able to relax and have a nice visit.
(And Big Girl’s place is really looking good.)
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