I wanted to title this post Hello, from hell but that might have turned some of you off.
It’s snowing, again. I can’t. I have reached my capacity on snow and coats and gray sky’s and indoor play. We have colored every coloring book, painted every loose leaf paper, and made more forts than I care to comment on. We’ve ventured to Ikea because they will watch Sunny for two wonderful hours of ball pit play fun. We’ve met friends at McDonalds, for the sole purpose of playing on their indoor equipment. I’ve even gone to my gym, because there is a willing babysitter there. Of course going there does mean I have to work out, but the treadmills have tv’s so it’s a win-win.
We’ve entered a new phase of childhood development where Sunny screams out every single thing her brother does to her- which is one offensive touch/bite/hair pull per minute. For his part he doesn’t seem sorry and my half hearted Jude, don’t bite your sister’s toe really isn’t doing the trick.
I think they sense my pure annoyance too. They stand at the window longing for someone, anyone to take them out in the snow and then when I do they cry because they’re cold. It’s a vicious cycle. Then again so are the thoughts in my mind. I’m online shopping for summer “beat the heat” gear, I bet you anything I will complain about the heat when that time comes.
On the upside Sunny got really excited when I told her today was a snow day. She loves being home. I get this tiny feeling of satisfaction that she’d rather be here with me then anywhere else in this world, and that is a blessing. AND Saint moved to the big table! That’s right he’s out of the corner! Well, sort of. He still throws food and he will eat for 5 min in his booster chair before crying for his high chair. He refuses to grow up, of course this makes him my favorite. I am the Beverly Goldberg of New Jersey.
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