Well, I had some seriously tired kids tonight. I'm not sure what made them so tired, because everything was pretty normal today, but bedtime could not have come sooner. Kaden was doing his usual funny business, asking for a piece of bread. I started letting him have a piece of bread at bedtime when he didn't eat his dinner well, because I knew it would help him get to sleep easier. Well, now it's become Kaden's version of the classic, "I need a drink of water." I finally decided to put my foot down tonight because we had a late dinner that he gobbled up, so I know he's not really hungry. After putting him back to bed for the third time, he's crying, "But I really, really want one!!!" I said no, closed the door, and waited. The next thing he starts wailing is, "I'm really tired Mommy! I'm really, really tired!!"
In the meantime, Koda is sobbing in my bed downstairs because "I've had a really hard day." I finally went in to check on him again, and he wanted to say a prayer that "Heavenly Father and the Holy Ghost would stay by me." So we did, and he's asleep.
Speaking of being tired and going to sleep, we had Haley and her kids over last week since Matt was out of town in the Dominican Republic. They spent the night Monday night, and as we were planning bedtime, we decided to separate everyone. We were pulling out the hide-a-bed in the playroom when Treyson and Koda caught on that we were not planning to let them sleep in the same bed. After much protest (But MOM, it's a SLEEPOVER!!), we caved. We made them promise to stay in the bed and go to sleep with no funny business. Then Kaden and Cru insisted on sleeping in the same room too, so we tried it. The little ones had to be separated because they just could NOT settle down together, but those big boys made it! It was so cute listening to them talk and giggle together. They stayed right in that bed laying down despite being in the playroom, and finally fell asleep around 9:00. At one point, I checked on them and Treyson asked me, "Did Koda really eat a whole cow?" Let's just say there were two proud Mommies downstairs doing Sudoku puzzles!
Monday, January 26, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Breakdown
Okay, so I know I said I would be bad at posting new posts, but seriously, this is ridiculous! I can't believe it's already been 6 months since my last post - sorry everyone - I will try to do better in the future. So, what brings me here tonight? Well, my friend is stressing out because she has to create a blog for her new computer sciences class, and I told her it was really easy. Since I bragged, she asked me for help, so I thought I better get on here and make sure I still know how to do it!
I'm feeling like everyone is probably updated on our basics since I just sent out like 100 Christmas cards (whew!). I will say that I had my first actual breakdown in a long time tonight. Tears and everything. I was already super tired because my 4 kids have been conspiring to sabotoge my sleep patterns. I have at least 2 of them up every night lately. The baby suddenly thinks he needs to eat at 3:00 am again, and the 3 older ones have decided that 6:30am is a good time to wake up for the day. Add to that the fact that John is working 6 days this week, and probably the next 2 or 3 after this, and I've got a breakdown in the making. I was doing alright until about 2:00 this afternoon when I swear they just started looking for things to do that are against the rules. By the time dinner rolled around (which nobody would eat again), I was pretty much a screaming maniac. As in, "Get up here and eat your dinner - Do you WANT me to beat you?" John called near the end of the pretend dinner (you know, where everyone sits at the table and pretends to eat, like a tea party in Kallie's kitchen). I asked him to talk to Kaden, since he seemed to be the source of so many of the problems, and as I'm holding the phone to his ear, the first response he has to whatever John said is, "Well, I just hate Mommy. I really hate her." Well, that turned out to be the end of my ability to keep it together. Something about your 2 year old saying that just doesn't sit right. I mean, I kind of expect it from teenagers (not that I think it will feel any better), but not my 2 year old. Luckily, my mom called about 5 minutes after the tears started rolling, and I headed over there for an hour of kid-free recovery. Thank you, Mom. I just love you. I really love you.
Well, new picture posts are here too! Thanks for letting me vent!
I'm feeling like everyone is probably updated on our basics since I just sent out like 100 Christmas cards (whew!). I will say that I had my first actual breakdown in a long time tonight. Tears and everything. I was already super tired because my 4 kids have been conspiring to sabotoge my sleep patterns. I have at least 2 of them up every night lately. The baby suddenly thinks he needs to eat at 3:00 am again, and the 3 older ones have decided that 6:30am is a good time to wake up for the day. Add to that the fact that John is working 6 days this week, and probably the next 2 or 3 after this, and I've got a breakdown in the making. I was doing alright until about 2:00 this afternoon when I swear they just started looking for things to do that are against the rules. By the time dinner rolled around (which nobody would eat again), I was pretty much a screaming maniac. As in, "Get up here and eat your dinner - Do you WANT me to beat you?" John called near the end of the pretend dinner (you know, where everyone sits at the table and pretends to eat, like a tea party in Kallie's kitchen). I asked him to talk to Kaden, since he seemed to be the source of so many of the problems, and as I'm holding the phone to his ear, the first response he has to whatever John said is, "Well, I just hate Mommy. I really hate her." Well, that turned out to be the end of my ability to keep it together. Something about your 2 year old saying that just doesn't sit right. I mean, I kind of expect it from teenagers (not that I think it will feel any better), but not my 2 year old. Luckily, my mom called about 5 minutes after the tears started rolling, and I headed over there for an hour of kid-free recovery. Thank you, Mom. I just love you. I really love you.
Well, new picture posts are here too! Thanks for letting me vent!
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