Lydia is at that terrible stage when she still kind of needs a nap, but if she takes one she is up all night. At four o'clock on the dot, she have a break down in total exhaustion. It's usually sparked by Collin's crying. Almost every night I make dinner with crying, wailing children. Even if I save their TV time for 4pm, it just adds to the noise. I curse Lydia's peanut allergy from keeping me from Chinese delivery.
I then get a little angry at Shane, knowing he will walk through the door at 6 when they are happy and feed. He will be dressed in his pressed shirt and slacks. I will be covered in a myriad of grossness. They run into his arms yelling "DADDY!!" with utter jubilation. Haggard mommy is instantly the enemy. Daddy is home to save them from time outs and vegetables. (I then feel really awful about myself. I'm angry at my amazing husband for the long hours he works to support our family? For being a good dresser? For being a wonderful father??? Yeah. I'm a terrible person.)
Last week I was making dinner, crying children at my feet, and I felt that vein on my neck start to stand out as I lost my cool. I quickly though of my year's goal. Find Poetry in the Prosaic. I looked down and saw the most beautiful designs in the red cabbage I was cutting. It was amazing. The modern lines and curves. The bright jewel tone of the purple. Just for a moment I was able to tune out the little crazies and enjoy what I was doing. I thought of the healthy meal I was preparing. Of the fresh organic produce I was going to feed my family. It gave me just enough of a respite to regroup and continue on.
Shane surprised us by getting home by dinner and we sat together as a family. With help, Collin said the prayer. Neither kid ate any of the cabbage. (Well, Lydia sobbed through her one required bite. Collin tasted his, and spit it right out.) I thought it tasted great.
7:45 pm is my favorite part of the day. Children warm from the bath with fresh jammies. Excited to cuddle and read stories. Then 8pm. Blissful quiet.
What's the worst part of your day?