When my hubby gets home from work it is typically close to dinner time. He is always very willing to help get dinner started or finished whichever it may be. Yesterday it was start. I was rocking the in rocking chair in the boys room while they open and slammed the door shut over and over. It had been somewhat of a long day with the boys having another round of colds. Brenden running a fever and sporting a neatly patterned rash. I have to say I have had enough with this damned cold season! As I was sitting and rocking I kind of started to feel overwhelmed and sad. I was thinking to myself how boring my day had been and all that was in store was a repeat of this day tomorrow and the day after that. Then came the guilt for feeling that way. As if actually having emotions about MY day at "work" is wrong. I have no actual co-workers of course, but when I feel indifferent about the people I spend my days with it feels like I am insulting my own kiddos. That was when I started to cry like a baby. Hence the reason Matt took control of the dinner reigns and poured me a glass of wine. I do so like wine! Dinner came with its own set of circumstances. If you tell the boys dinner is ready it had better be READY!! Last night was taco night and that generally goes over well with all the kiddos. Apryl, however, said her stomach hurt and did not want to eat. Addy will not eat any taco meat and had to have a quesadilla. Garhett and Brenden like to eat a mixture of everything with taco chips for dipping, and Lexy, well she eats any thing! She is like our "Mikey" of taco night. Dinner conversation was lacking a bit due to the fact that Addysen only wanted to tell us her solar system spiel for the 1,000th time. Garhett thought he was hilarious each time he spit all over his tray and then threw the food from his mouth on to the floor. I had the opposite opinion. Lexy then finished up her dinner by pulling her shirt over her head and doing some sort of dancing in the kitchen. Talk about wonderful dining entertainment. All of this lead me to want to cry again, but I settled for another glass of wine! Thursday, April 7, 2011
Dinner Rush
When my hubby gets home from work it is typically close to dinner time. He is always very willing to help get dinner started or finished whichever it may be. Yesterday it was start. I was rocking the in rocking chair in the boys room while they open and slammed the door shut over and over. It had been somewhat of a long day with the boys having another round of colds. Brenden running a fever and sporting a neatly patterned rash. I have to say I have had enough with this damned cold season! As I was sitting and rocking I kind of started to feel overwhelmed and sad. I was thinking to myself how boring my day had been and all that was in store was a repeat of this day tomorrow and the day after that. Then came the guilt for feeling that way. As if actually having emotions about MY day at "work" is wrong. I have no actual co-workers of course, but when I feel indifferent about the people I spend my days with it feels like I am insulting my own kiddos. That was when I started to cry like a baby. Hence the reason Matt took control of the dinner reigns and poured me a glass of wine. I do so like wine! Dinner came with its own set of circumstances. If you tell the boys dinner is ready it had better be READY!! Last night was taco night and that generally goes over well with all the kiddos. Apryl, however, said her stomach hurt and did not want to eat. Addy will not eat any taco meat and had to have a quesadilla. Garhett and Brenden like to eat a mixture of everything with taco chips for dipping, and Lexy, well she eats any thing! She is like our "Mikey" of taco night. Dinner conversation was lacking a bit due to the fact that Addysen only wanted to tell us her solar system spiel for the 1,000th time. Garhett thought he was hilarious each time he spit all over his tray and then threw the food from his mouth on to the floor. I had the opposite opinion. Lexy then finished up her dinner by pulling her shirt over her head and doing some sort of dancing in the kitchen. Talk about wonderful dining entertainment. All of this lead me to want to cry again, but I settled for another glass of wine! 
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