It's when they're like oil and water that I want to poke my eyes out with a spork. This past weekend was one of those weekends.
Friday the husband was home from work. Everyone slept in and all was grand. All except for the change in routine. Such a change does not do well when it comes to Little Dude. Bedtime couldn't have come fast enough. A good night's sleep was all he needed to make Saturday a great day.
Or so I thought.
Saturday started out great. Again we all slept in so everyone was all rainbows and unicorns. The husband and I were cleaning out the garage and the basement and the kids were all about helping us. How awesome is that?!?
After a few hours of cleaning we decided to call it quits for the day. I figured it was a good time to let the kids lay on the couch and watch a few cartoons and relax. They apparently had other plans.
After an hour I was ready to poke my eyes out with a spork. There was pouting from one, throwing of things from another, crying from another (aka me). Just when I didn't think I could take it anymore, my phone rang. When I saw who was calling it was like a choir of angels singing to me.
GG's friend was calling to ask her to sleepover. Of course I said yes! I might be crazy, but I'm not stupid! After GG left, we let Little Dude play his Webkinz on the new computer set-up we have going on. The rest of my evening was nothing short of beautiful - no fighting, no crying. Just pure joy.
I guess Kool-aid doesn't always need sugar.
Until next time....