It Was a Good Weekend Even If I Am Mean
With school back in session and the end of summer just around the corner, I made an executive decision to ban all neighborhood kids, playmates and other friends of my children from my house this weekend.
As I explained to my children, I wanted a little downtime to decompress from the start of school and to reorganize our household as well as some time to reconnect with each of them on an individual basis.
They reacted as though I had said I was planning to boil their bunny.
Seriously; how could I be so meeeean??!! Why am I trying to ruin their lives? Why?! I am-like-the worst mom, everrr!
Yes. For this I got stretch marks.
All the drama aside, I did manage to decompress quite nicely. For one thing, Emily was kind enough to take the ingrates off my hands for a morning of shopping on Saturday. She treated them each to new school clothes and deli sandwiches and they rewarded her with their very best behavior because, you know, she’s not meeean.
While they were gone, I managed to cross almost everything off my “to do” list and was even able to relax a little bit which was nice. Of course, seven seconds later I realized that I had a sore throat, headache and runny nose and I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening tossing and turning in a fevered semi-catatonic state on the living room couch so, it’s official; the school/germ season is upon us, mucus membranes, beware.
After a good night’s rest and, courtesy of an over-the-counter medication and vigorous foot massage delivered by my devoted husband; I felt much better on Sunday. Well enough, in fact, to spend the day in the kitchen making a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup which I then enjoyed while watching The Kill Shot marathon on Spike TV while my offspring crafted an entire carnival worth of rides out of K’Nex and Tinker Toys for which The Girl's Polly Pockets and Bratz dolls were most grateful.
When I pointed out how well they were getting along and how nice it was to have a quiet day watching them play together, they grudgingly agreed and all was right with my world.
I guess time spent with my kids is worth my being mean every once in a while.
I'm still on the fence about the stretch marks, though.