It’s been another one of those weeks- you know, the ones that drag on forever. Scorch has a week left in school and is completely off the wall. The boy is hyper and rude and completely past the point of listening- he’s making all of us crazy. And the poor Bean is 1) sick with a fever and 2) bearing the brunt of a lot of Scorch’s craziness. He’s made it his personal mission in life to pester his little sister- bossing her around, stealing her stuff, trying to physically make her do things- the list goes on and it typically ends with one (or both) of them crying.
Most nights this week I’ve gone to bed frazzled, thinking about how many times I lost my temper (usually too many) and how many empty threats I threw out while trying to keep the peace (also too many) and wondering why in the heck we decided having kids was a good idea.
Then, thank God, we have nights like tonight that make up for all that. We decided about 15 minutes before bedtime that a family soccer game was in order before putting the kids down for bed. So outside we went and we played hard. We ran, we raced, we knocked each other down (by we, I mean Scorch and Bean), and we kept score. I was honestly a little worried- Scorch is a pretty competitive kid and his MO lately when he loses is to throw a monster fit and yell about how unfair life is.
I held my breath when the Bean got to score the last goal of the night- I was sure this was going to send Scorch over the edge and damper our great night. But the boy surprised me. He went right up to his little sister, picked her up off the ground and yelled happily “You did it, baby girl!”
Ah- now I remember why I had those monsters!