Today started out great and nearly ended on a very sour note. Thankfully, I managed to pull out my silliness and turned things around.
There was no school today, which made for a very lax day. Things were going swimmingly until about 4. That is definitely my witching hour. If I'm going to lose my patience, it'll happen between the hour of 4-5 and then, after 5, I'm back to my sweet self.
I was in the process of making cookies (low fat chocolate chip cookies, which I've decided might be good for a low fat cookie, but my feeling is: if you're going to make cookies, full fat is the way to go, taste wise), and each of The Curly Girlies needed something, at the same time.
"Can I have a junk snack?," B pleaded. "See, I ate this teensy bit of pomegranate."
"I'm thirsty!," whined L, apparently incapable of getting a cup and water from the fridge.
"Aw. . . B went to Build-A-Bear too?," M whined, disappointedly.
{Side Note: M spent the day with my Mom, Bubbie, today just like B did last week. Bubbie took her to Build-A-Bear and I took B there because today was "B Appreciation Day". M had hers last week and I offered Build-A-Bear to her as well, but she declined.}
I replied to each of them and was met with whines.
"Why?? I ate something healthy!!!," whined B.
"I can't do it," chimed in L.
"It's not fair! Now she has two!!," added in M.
I took lots of deep breaths and reminded myself that it's nearly been 1 full year. I am NOT blowing this now.
After my cookies were in the oven, I reminded B that she's on kitchen this week, thus she needed to unload the dishwasher. Can you guess her reaction? Yup, more whines.
When it was time to leave for karate, M remembered she'd forgotten her book in her room.
"Tough," I said, as she marched out the door.
I was standing near the door, alarm beeping it's countdown until the dreaded blare of the sirens, and rifling around in my bag (AKA: The Blackhole) for my house keys. I couldn't find them!
"We can't leave until I find my keys!," I called to the girls.
"Great!," cried M, running back for her book.
Just as she stepped through the front door, I found them.
"M, we have to go!," I said, rather excitedly.
She yelled at me! I'm not sure what she said, but it was definitely yelling.
I very nearly yelled back. Just as I started to open my mouth, I thought, "So this is how it ends?"
I took a great big deep breath and said evenly, "Don't you ever speak to me like that again."
We walked out to the car (The Doctor's new-fangled contraption that unlocks when you touch the handle). It took a few good minutes to get into the car, because I couldn't get the doors to unlock.
After digging around for the car keys,unlocking the car the old fashioned way and getting L buckled in, we were on our way- 10 minutes late.
We pulled in to the parking lot, I threw L's gi and belt on her and told M to walk her in.
I pushed the button to lock the doors and B said, from her side of the car, "I wonder why the doors won't lock?"
I tried unlocking them again and I said, "I wonder why I can't get them to unlock?"
While I was struggling, B came over to me.
"Uh, Mommy? You keep locking them."
"What? No, I'm not. I'm pushing the button."
She grabbed the handle and I heard a click.
I looked at her and said, "You mean, I've been doing it wrong all day?"
"Yes!," she laughed gleefully.
So, all of this to get to the point.
On the way to karate, the girls were chatting and I though, "Wow. No matter how frustrated I get with them, I do love them tremendously. At the end of the day, I'd have the same stressful day again, just because it means I have them."
That being said, each of them came up to me wanting to converse, or asking for something while I was writing this, and at a few times, I felt my blood pressure rise, but then I remembered: The blog will always be here (I may not always write, but it'll still be here), but my Curly Girlies may not always want to sit and chat about the book they're reading or the sticker they received for doing a great job in class. At the end of the day, that's not so frustrating after all.
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