Stefan woke up grumbling and frowning and dissatisfied with all things. Dougie started the day angry and whining and never stopped. Ian was a demanding two that spent a fair amount of time on the floor, objecting to the injustices done to him. I never actually wanted to get up. But I did. And I should not have done it. My badittude was truly only surpassed by Stefan and Dougie's inability to complete a task. Or even start one, for that matter. Eric? Well, he started out fine, but got sucked in by the end of the day.
We went to a great birthday party over lunch time. Eric and I actually left before any of our kids were in tears or the cause of others' tears. A true feat given the day... One of the non-tangible gifts we left Andrew (really, his parents) was that we left. We made it through cake and presents and then blew home. All three kids were put to bed. All three kids were sawing logs in short order, like a lumberjack felling trees.
One might ask if they went to bed tonight. The answer is, "YES!" and they fell asleep. Rather quickly. Will they sleep until 6? We shall see. But, my experience says that they will. Or at least fairly near it. I may even have to wake one or two up.
Adding up the tears shed, the tasks forgotten, the messes made when we were to be cleaning up, the wandering off when we are to be getting ready to leave, and the Rip-Van-Winkle naps taken, we should have all just stayed in bed and asked for a do over. Or even just a day off...
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