Well, well, we actually got our family photos in without
having to reschedule this year! I think
the past two years, it’s rained on our picture day and we had to squeeze them in
another day. I can’t say it wasn’t
without drama. I’m always stressed on
picture day and I don’t even know why, but I think my stress carries over to everyone else.
This year, I scheduled haircuts and then thought we could grab lunch
afterwards. Both boys were in a bad mood. S was crying randomly about every little thing. I think both boys were just hungry and a bit
tired because they both like to wake at some crazy early time (ahem 5:30am) on
weekends. So haircuts were ok. S cried at lunch because we wouldn’t give him
the entire cup of ranch dressing, but after getting food in their bellies, all
was well (or at least better). I even asked A to make a stop after
lunch so I could grab a pumpkin milkshake.
You know, after I had just eaten French Onion soup and cheese curds…
because I was obviously all about eating healthy. So I ordered my small milkshake and was given
this giant thing with whipped cream and rolled cookie toppings and it was
amazing. But not at all what I was
expecting for a small milkshake.
We decided to drive through the forest preserve where we
were going to take photos and look for scenic spots. It was a beautiful day and we all enjoyed the
little drive. On our way home, S asked
for a tissue. Sure, no problem. As I turned to hand it to him, I realized he
was covered in blood. He had a bloody
nose and it was just gushing. I know
that’s gross, but I feel the need to describe the horror scene that was my back
seat. Apologies to the squeamish. Thankfully, I knew better than to
dress the boys in their photo attire too early. So I
told S he needed to hold the tissue on his nose and I got a “Noooo!’. I told him again that he was getting blood
everywhere – clothes, car seat, his face, etc.
And he told me no. So then I
yelled at him like a crazy person. I’m not proud, but it did
get his attention. And then he asked if
we were taking him to the hospital.
Sigh. Straight to the bathtub he
went as soon as we got home. Seriously,
never a dull moment on picture day. On
the bright side, pictures went well, despite the wind blowing my hair all
over my face and the rest of the evening was without incident. Here’s a little preview (these are just
screen shots so not the best quality)…
Sunday morning was our usual routine. We had plans to try to watch some of the
Bears game and work on W’s Halloween costume.
I’m not even sure how to describe the afternoon except to say I was
questioning my mothering abilities. S
asked the same questions over and over – could he go to the park that we’d have
to drive to, could he watch videos, could we take him to any place he could
possibly come up with, could I build a race track, etc. etc. And normally, I don’t mind doing some of
these things, but we really needed to work on W’s costume. And each time, S heard no, he’d have a
fit. And W wasn’t much better. He’d poured himself juice and spilled it
everywhere, got window crayon all over the windows, himself, the floor, his
clothes, chased his brother and they tripped over the cord to the hot glue gun
sending that flying, dumped out lego bins, made messes in every room of the house, climbed onto the
roof of his play house. It was just one thing
after another. I hardly watched any of
the game (yes, parenting comes first, but I had hoped for just a little
reprieve) and the costume took forever because we had to keep stopping (and it
still isn’t done). Finally, around 3:45,
A took the boys to the park across the street and I worked on dinner. Quiet is so soothing for me and it was just
what I needed. After some homemade mac
and cheese, barbecue chicken and ranch quesadillas, and apple slices, we were
all in a much better mood. I played hide
and seek with the boys, we worked on puzzles together, and we read books – it was
just what I needed and a great way to end a hectic day.
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