Well, I survived the first snow day and I only beat the children once each.
It was nice, you know? I miss being home with the kids all the time, even though when I was home all I wanted was a few minutes of peace. Never satisfied, I know.
So Monday it snowed quite a bit and we spent the day making snow angels and throwing snow at each other and then after five minutes of that I gave up and went inside to pour myself another cup of coffee because BRRR.
And when the kids finally got cold I made hot cocoa with extra marshmallows and we watched Frosty on Netflix.
(I also made bread and yogurt and butter that day because I am an idiot.)
The afternoon kind of sucked because they always do. Something about being tired but not wanting to rest and me trying to rationalize that 'resting' also can be playing video games or watching tv because at least they are sitting still.
It never works. When I finally tell then that hey, time to unplug, they're glazed over and super-extra tired and pissed off because I've separated them from their beloved screen.
(Is this just my kids? Because this is a regular occurrence in my house.)
Also Adele lost a tooth. Which, what? Too young, right? But she's a teeth grinder and loosened them up, which I think had something to do with it. Obviously I am super concerned about it all. The tooth fairy came, but since she couldn't care less about money she barely has acknowledged her dollar in a baggie. It was kind of funny when the tooth fell out, though. I heard her saying "It's not working!" and holding the tooth like what the hell just happened?
She's pretty excited to show everyone the missing tooth, though.
Chris was out of town for work for the last few days which means I stayed up extra late because he wasn't there to tell me to go to bed at 8:30. That also meant I was dealing with the kids' extra-crankiness (are they sick or just moody? I DON'T KNOW!) all alone and feeling pretty cranky myself which didn't help anything. In fact, surprisingly, it made everything worse. As did the staying up later and now I am currently surviving on 6 hours of sleep, a gallon of coffee and dreams of my bed.
But because of all the crankiness and the fact that I couldn't leave the house on account of my children being horrible store-goers, I jokingly facebook-requested a liquor-store delivery. But sometimes the universe gives you nice things in the form of friends who send their preacher-husbands to your house at 9 p.m. with a bottle of wine. Also I'd like to formally apologize for answering the door while not wearing a bra. I did put on a huge sweater, though, because no one needs to see that.
In other news, Sebastian has been complaining a lot this school year about his afternoon bus driver who takes him from school to his afterschool place. Apparently this man is a yeller. One day he even forgot to drop the kids off at this particular place, then blamed them. Also I'm not the fondest of the afterschool place, either. There's yelling there, too, and Sebastian is always told to keep his hands to himself when he hugs his friends goodbye. Dude. Let's promote more love and kindness and less yelling, ok? Especially since this is at a church. You'd think kindness would be more encouraged.
But because of all this, and also because I want to save money, I've switched up my hours at work. Now instead of working Tuesday-Thursday, I'm going to work Monday-Thursday from 8-1. That way Sebastian can just ride the bus home (different bus driver, we know and like her). I won't have to pay for afterschool, I'll get a little more time with my guy, and whenever Adele starts kindergarten we will be officially paying $700 less a month in childcare.
I can hardly contain my excitement. Maybe we can finally have another car instead of sharing one!
But none of this would be possible if I didn't have one of the most understanding bosses around. He gets families and family commitments and the need for mothers to be mothers as well as employees. I'm extremely lucky, I know it.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to find someone to tape my eyelids open.