Everyday::Dinner Without Papa
Reason Number 500 why I hate it when Steve isn’t home for dinner:
dinner time music
I threatened to put her to bed if she didn’t sit down properly and eat. She then proceeded to scream “PUT ME TO BED” during the entire meal. Steve asked me why I didn’t put her to bed. Because it was an empty threat, okay? I just wanted to eat my dinner while it was hot. I was hungry. I thought the threat would work and it didn’t but I wasn’t actually prepared for the drama of putting her to bed at dinnertime and not getting an opportunity to eat the lovely meal I made.
yes, I FAIL AS A MOTHER.
We typically eat fairly late, around 6:00 or 6:30 pm. well, I consider this late because honestly, the kids should eat before 5:30. As a result the kids are pretty miserable at the supper hour making it the absolute worse part of my day, hands down. And when Steve isn’t here for dinner, well, it can get pretty awful.
Part of that is my own fault because there are some things I can’t let go. I have to do the dishes after dinner. My reason for this is pretty valid, though, because I work in the evenings and waiting until the kids go to bed before doing the dishes means I wouldn’t be sitting down to work until likely after 9 pm. That is completely mad and so I do the dishes immediately after dinner. This is fine when Steve is here because he plays with the kids and gives them a bath. It’s hell when he isn’t here because I’ve spent the last two hours prepping/cooking/eating/cleaning up dinner and the kids are hungry/tired/pissy.
It’s fun.
At least Callum was ridiculously adorable tonight. Although, honestly, that is unusual since the drama is typically flipped with Callum being troublesome and Claire peacefully eating.
little ham
Everyday::I Read It
tonight, on my lap, reading me a story
Every night the kids get a few books downstairs, we brush our teeth, then Steve puts Callum to bed and I put Claire to bed (the kid’s decision, not ours). They both get a couple more stories and a song in their room. Sound familiar? I’m pretty sure every single family I know has the same or similar routine.
Anyway, lately I’ll read the first story, then Claire declares that the next story she’ll read to me. It’s been a lot of fun, I enjoy the stories she tells and the random flipping to any page she feels should come next. I was trying to get a picture of her reading to me, but everytime you pull out the camera she hams it up so instead, you get this.
Everyday::Outside
an abandoned nest
on the search for more nests
Today was an absolutely spectacular day. It had to be 15 C outside, and the glorious, glorious sun came to play. We were having friends over for dinner so I spent the morning cleaning while the kids played happily for two hours. I vacuumed the whole house! And cleaned three bathrooms! And tidied up the kid’s rooms! INSANITY.
When Steve got back from his run we all took a stroll around the block, then played in the yard. Steve started taking down a bush at the side of the yard that we have spent the last 5 years bickering over (he wanted to take it down, I didn’t) and in the process found an abandoned nest making the bush’s removal even more painful for me. See? Birds use that bush! It’s special! And native! And special! Even if it is awkwardly growing in a random place!
Callum and I then went on an adventure through the forest (a patch of trees beside the driveway) looking for more abandoned nests. We didn’t find any but we did manage to find our way back to the house which is always a concern when you’re on an adventure in the forest.
We wrapped up this lovely day with our planned dinner (we had heart-shaped biscuits to celebrate the holiday, of course), and chocolates.
Just an all-round awesome day.
Everyday::This is me in grade 9 baby
where we dance around the living room
and I make a complete ass of myself
Bare Naked Ladies ROCK!
Thursdays are long for me. Steve trains on Thursday nights and doesn’t get home until after the kids go to bed. Some Thursdays are just fine, other Thursdays it takes all I have to get them into bed. Today was a pretty decent Thursday. We made our own pizzas for dinner so this guaranteed that Callum ate dinner without a fight. Making his pizza was a brilliant move on my part, if I do say so myself, as that way he got to ensure that no vegetables touched his pizza because, as he’s very fond of telling me repeatedly, he doesn’t like vegetables on his pizza. Just cheese and pepperoni.
I may have forgotten to mention that veggie pepperoni is, well, a vegetable. So is the sauce…
While waiting for the pizzas to cook, I turned on the Bare Naked Ladies since Callum specifically insisted we don’t listen to Kid Music and I figured the Bare Naked Ladies is pretty benign. Plus it starts with a B, so I didn’t have to scroll.
I never think to turn music on very often, but I really should. Like, every Thursday night.
Everyday::Makin’
makin' the bread
serious business, makin' the bread
After Claire goes down for her nap Callum always asks me “What we gonna make today Mama?”. Lately we’ve been making food because, well, I’m pregnant and in the third trimester and that’s just what pregnant women do. Pregnant women in the third trimester stock freezers. And at least once a week we make bread which was on the agenda for today (plus we made soup and the start of spanikopitas for the freezer because I’M PREGNANT AND LOSING MY MIND and now can’t move my neck. I’m not sure how the two are related but they are).