Some nights I lay in bed wondering why I ever thought having 1 kid, let alone 2, was a smart idea. It usually happens on one of those nights where I feel like I spent the 3 hours I have with the kids after work but before bed correcting them. Nights where they can’t stop touching, hitting, pushing, pulling, prodding, snarking and just being mean to each other for 2 minutes. Nights when my mantra is “pick your battles”- but there are no battles to pick because hitting your sister in the throat is dangerous and calling your brother stupid is unacceptable. Night when I wonder if I’m raising crazy people. Nights where I feel like I’ve spent my whole evening yelling, threading and generally being the bad guy.
And I don’t like being the bad guy. I love being a mom and I adore my kids, so sometimes I make sure we have nights like we had today.
A night where we hop in the car 10 mins after I’m done working (just enough time to stuff dinner in a cooler & put on our swim suits) and head to our local beach. A night when PB&J, pretzels and watermelon is considered a gourmet dinner because it’s eaten on a picnic table over looking the lake. A night when I encourage the kids to chase each other and to get each other as we play Shark in the water for an hour. A night when the times we laugh far, far outweigh the times we annoy each other or the time I have reprimand a kid. A night where we simply enjoy each others company and concentrate on having fun, not on making dinner, doing dishes and folding the laundry. A night we have to repeat as many times as possible this summer.
what fun…you just inspired me to take dinner down to our beach with the kids…great idea!
It was fun! And as an extra bonus? They both fell asleep within 20 minutes of getting home and I get to watch So You Think You Can Dance in peace. 😉