Monkey boy told me 2 days ago that my tummy was fat. I just said yep.
Yesterday he told me that my tummy didn't look like there was a baby inside. He said it just looked like it always does. Nice.
Apparently my daughter does not do well after her nap anymore. Again today she woke up miserable and whiny. And didn't eat dinner. And whined. and moped. I don't really think she is sick. Just wanting to make my evenings as difficult as possible? I feel a bit bad, I only have so much patience for that stuff. I cuddled her and kissed her for a while, but she just got worse and was being awful to her brother. Finally, I was like, 'Enough! No more whining.' That just made her cry louder.
Please don't tell me that she needs to stop napping. I need nap. but I need sanity in the evening too.
Last weekend I made a 2 week menu plan and grocery list so that I wouldn't be tempted to take fast food shortcuts for dinner or be running to the store every day for a couple of items. We went to Costco and got all the big stuff and I had planned to go to the grocery store to get all the supplementary items. I still haven't made it there. And every single recipe requires something that I haven't picked up yet. So frustrating. I have managed to make due though, I have made a wonderful, balanced meal each day.
Today, my Monkey Boy was looking through one of my cookbooks and found a picture of a meal that he wanted. They showed pork chops laying on a bed of rice with carrots surrounding the rim of the platter. So when I served up his dinner I had to make it look just like the photo. We had chicken, but he said that was okay, and then we added some grape tomatoes between the baby carrots around his plate. He balked at that, but he really loves them so he was easily placated.
I totally love how interested he is in food, even the aesthetics of food, so cool. He is the only person on earth who is interested and engaged in the minutiae of my day as a homemaker. He is fascinated with all aspects of doing laundry for gosh sakes! He wants to make meals and present them in an attractive manner. He has to watch me even when I am scrubbing toilets. He is 4, I wonder how long I have until he joins the ranks of the uninterested and the violently opposed to chipping in with the chores.
It is 10pm and my big boys are still awake. I have asked their father to help me by checking on their school in the evenings. The boys have been giving me a hard time almost daily, doing the minimums or absolutely nothing. Often I am too frustrated by the end of the day to care enough to mark. Needless to say, Daddy had a few words for his boys tonight and now they are writing lines about penmanship. I honestly just want them to go to bed. I want my evening for just me and dh. But I am thankful that he is taking an interest and trying to support their education.
*edited to add
at 11:30pm when dh and I were getting into bed, it started. The nightly ritual of creeping out of their rooms for a drink, or in this case paper? Usually they will get up 2 or 3 times while we are still up, but by the time we are in bed they are tucked in. Last night they had a sleep over together in Superboy's bunkbeds. I balked at this because we let them the night before and they were up still when we went to bed and kept getting up. They just egg each other on and keep each other awake.
Last night they decided it was safe to begin creeping when they heard our bedroom door shut. Daddy bolted out of bed, into the hall with a rather loud voice. He took away their stereo (which they were still listening to) and took The Boy downstairs to his own room. Then I waited. and waited. and waited. I guess he felt bad for yelling and wanted to make sure they went to sleep feeling loved and secure. He spent some time with each boy talking and praying. He really is a good Daddy. But his wifey was pretty asleep by the time he came to bed.