Dinnertime was infinitely more wild. There was some playful pummeling between kids, very little eating and some drooling and growling.
One massive melee during a tug-of-war over a stuffed Pluto that ended in crying double time-outs.
Bedtime was a cluster packed with book reading, coloring, singing and general chaos.
Sleep was interrupted at 2:30 a.m. by Huck screaming because he fell out of the bed.
2:35 a.m. screaming for water.
2:45 a.m. screaming “I’m done!” (with the water)
2:50 a.m. screaming because Pluto was stuck in the blanket.
3:00 a.m. screaming because he doesn’t want Mickey Mouse.
3:05 a.m. screaming because he wants Mickey Mouse.
Woke Huxley up from deep slumber at 6 a.m. by singing, “Do you wanna build a snowman?” from Frozen. He woke up smiling instead of crying, so this was a huge success.
Counted school buses on the way to day care. (Alma said, “They’re not going to our school. They’re going to HIGH school.”)
Children arrived on time, while I was late to work. We are all still alive.