Friday afternoon Tom took off for Chicago to spend the weekend with his brother and to watch the Redskins play at Lambeau Field. (too bad we lost) I pumped myself up for my solo parenting weekend by listening to some Prodigy on the way to pick the kids up from daycare. The first night was okay although it definitely took longer than it should have to get Lexi down for the night. And I when I woke up in the middle of the night to feed Tommy I found her in my bed taking up about three quarters of the bed. I left her there since I didn't have it in me to move her. Saturday morning we got an early start so we could have breakfast at the coffee shop before dance classes began.
This was Lexi's second class and she was better behaved than she was the week before. Stasa is really blossoming in her class, but this is also her third year, so she's used to it now and she has the same teacher as last year and Miss Kerrie runs a tight ship. After dance we took a quick trip to Target and I let the girls pick out a new Barbie. After showing them their options ten times and explaining that I wasn't going to buy a $40 Barbie they both settled on one. Lexi chose an astronaut Barbie (and I should have gotten her on video saying astronaut - cutest thing ever) and Stasa picked an oversized Barbie head to practice doing hair. Since it was gorgeous outside we put the Barbies away, changed and headed out to burn off some of their energy.
Stasa was being a bit too bossy about where Lexi could and couldn't ride her trike.
Lexi didn't pay any attention and just went about her business. She's finally getting the hang of pedaling and will slowly make her way around the court. When she tires of that she and Stasa go up the neighbor's driveway and then coast down with their feet in the air. Right before we went in for lunch and nap we spotted a giant fuzzy caterpillar. That sucker was the biggest caterpillar I've ever seen and it moved with lightening speed. We watched it for a bit and then went back to the street to collect our toys. All of a sudden I heard Lexi yell at me for not watching where I was walking. I looked down and found that I had accidentally stepped on the caterpillar. In my defense I had no idea he had gotten to the street already - I mean we had *just* left him halfway up the driveway.
RIP fuzzy.
I got Tommy down for a nap and then convinced the girls to take a nap with me in my bed. Well, at least Lexi and I got a nap in. After nap we had a bite to eat and then I loaded everyone up in the stroller and we took a walk to a nearby playground. I was doing my best to let the girls burn off as much energy as possible before bedtime. Stas even walked to and from the park.
After showers and brushing teeth I got Tommy and Stasa down for bed and then had to content with Lexi. That girl did not want to sleep. She insists she needs to go potty at least five times, but it's just to prolong bedtime. It took forever to get her to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night to her climbing in my bed and snatching the pillow from under my head, explaining that it was HER pillow and then watched as she rolled over and fell asleep. I was hoping to sleep in Sunday morning, but both Tommy and Lexi woke up before dawn so we trudged downstairs and I put on some coffee and got Lexi set up with breakfast while we waited for the sun to come up and Stasa to wake up. We visited with the Bishops later in the morning and then I tried to get all three kids down for a nap after lunch, but only successfully managed to get Tommy and Lexi to sleep. I told Stasa she could watch the game with me if she could be quiet. Yeah, that worked out well. LOL Not that it mattered, we played an ugly game and lost.
Sunday night was my breaking point. Stasa and Tommy went to bed easily. Lexi cried and screamed and banged on her door for over an hour. I went in again and again to put her back in bed, tell her I love her, and to go to sleep. Again and again. She finally stayed in bed and fell asleep. I was drained and crawled into my own bed at that point and prayed that she stayed put for the night. So now it's Monday and the kids are in daycare and Tom's on a plane headed back home. I survived. The kids survived. I've read how people think dads should be able to take care of all of their kids on their own so the mom can go out for a girls night and vice versa. Yeah, I agree we all should be able to manage, but damn it's easier if you have help. I'll be heading to LA in a couple of weeks and am taking Tommallama with me, so pretty soon it'll be Tom's turn to have a solo weekend. Hopefully Lexi is over her bedtime mess by then.
No comments:
Post a Comment