We are now two days back into real life after 12 days off. 12 days where we could sleep in as late as we wanted, where we didn’t have to rush anywhere in the morning, where naps could happen at whatever time they needed to to suit the Bean.
They were a great 12 days.
Day 1 of real life went smoother then I hoped for. Scorch was excited to get back to school and the Bean wasn’t any more difficult then normal. Last night was super low-key and things rolled along well. This morning was down right pleasant! Smiling kids, enough time in our schedule, clear roads- the Gods were smiling on us.
Then came tonight.
The earlier wake ups and the stricter schedule caught up with both kids and there were meltdowns galore. The best was Beaners absolute freakout out over what piece of bread she wanted with her pasta. No, not that one. Nope, not that one either. Sorry, try again. And so on until we got to the last piece in the loaf and that was the one she wanted. Until it wasn’t and she threw it on the ground.
Then there was Scorch’s uber meltdown because I wouldn’t let him watch an Ironman cartoon. I have never, ever let him watch an Ironman cartoon- why 1) does he think I would let him tonight and 2) is it such a stinking big deal when he’s never seen it before? Obviously he can’t love it nearly as much as he professes to given that he has absolutely no idea what Ironman is about. He just knows the kids in his class like it so it must be cool.
Needless to say, everyone went to bed early tonight. But Beaner didn’t go down without a fight. Instead of singing our typically songs before bed (You are my Sunshine & Twinkle, Twinkle) she insisted I sing a song called “Pee-pee Poopy.” Where in the world did that come from?? I haven’t a clue, but she was royally pissed off that I wouldn’t oblige her and made sure I, and the whole neighborhood, knew it.
Thankfully everyone is asleep now and I have 10 hours and 50 minutes until the fun starts all over again.