Yesterday was bad. There was whining and fighting and screaming all around. I think the kids are coming down off of a little too much fun from our trip, and a little overnight escape to The Disneyland Hotel last week. I’ve been trying to be the fun mom, and on vacation there were lots of little treats. I bought juice boxes, and we went out for donuts. I played endless games of war and read extra bedtime books. We watched movies, and I broke my rule about no video games on a weekday all in the name of fun and parental sanity.
Of course there’s a price to be paid for all of that, and now that we’re back to life, back to reality, there’s some pushing back. I wish every day were donuts and movies, too, believe me kids. Unfortunately, all of my serious talks about how sometimes I’m going to make decisions that they don’t like - and sometimes those decisions involve eating fruit and vegetables and dinners that aren’t grilled cheese – aren’t really making much of an impact.
So today is all about being bored. Rather than presenting them with a never ending stream of activities, I’m presenting them with their house. A house full of rooms and stuff and things to play with, and each other. Which mean they’ll fight and likely whine. What are we DOING today? Well, I’m waiting for someone to come repair the dryer so I can do a week’s worth of laundry. You? You can go play. Or help me fold the 11 loads of laundry I’ll be doing this afternoon. Your choice.