Remember When This Was Fun?

Growing up in Pennsylvania, there were two words that always made me happy.

Snow day.

Snow days were awesome when I was a kid. No school without being sick? License to go out & play in ALL THE SNOW for hours on end? Watching Bob Barker without the added pressures of a blanket & a bucket? SOLD. Man, those were the days.

Now a snow day for the kids means who will watch the kids & can I get to work without fear of sliding into a ditch & what if one kid has school but the other one doesn’t? Those were my very serious fears last night when we went to bed. Okay, minus the one about whether one kid had school or not. We got a robocall from Butter’s school & an email from Bear’s. It was all good.

The snow was fine. Except the part where it took me an hour to get home from church yesterday. I think I heard today that something like 4 inches fell up our way in an hour & a half or so. [Dear Husband, Remember that time we agreed we didn't really need four wheel drive? Ahahahahaha.]

I am incredibly blessed to have jobs that are flexible, so I attended half a meeting today, met my father in law for lunch, then took the boys to see Frozen.

Maybe snow days still don’t totally suck.

Aren’t You Ready to Fight Crime Yet?

True story, those words came out of Butter’s mouth earlier today. His Poppy bought him a Spider-Man costume for Halloween [thank you, Dad]  & he was upstairs in the loft with Bear playing superheroes.

As an aside? I love that they’re playing together like they like each other today. It makes life after the coldest yard sale ever a lot easier. Well, that & Easy Mac. [See Mom? I learned to bend on that whole my-kids-have-never-eaten-mac-and-cheese-out-of-a-box-thing. Though I wonder if it technically counts, because M got those single serve things from Costco.]

And of course, because I typed out that they seemed to like each other, they started fighting like cats & dogs. I’m tempted to tell them it’s early bedtime tonight & let them have cage match in their bedroom. I may be just that tired. I sent Butter to their room after he sat on his brother. And now Bear is asking if Butter is allowed to come downstairs. THERE IS NEVER A DULL MOMENT IN THIS HOUSE.

Oh joy. I’m going to go break up a fight now. If you don’t see me post for another two weeks, please send a search party.

The Struggle.

“Butter, clear your plate from the table.”

“Butter, it’s time to do your homework.”

“Butter, get dressed for school/soccer/bed/church/errands.”

“Butter, brush your teeth.”

“Put the book down.”

“Get in the car.”

“Buckle up.”

“Help your brother.”

I feel like we are in a never ending cycle of commands or requests & “No, I don’t want to!” followed by me/us needing to take something away from the Five Year Old Who Never Learns.

Parents of older children – this gets easier, right? If it doesn’t? LIE TO ME. I don’t know how much more I can take of this.

And obviously, he came home with a note yesterday telling us we needed to discuss appropriate behavior with him because he spent a lot of time in the “take a break” chair. When I asked him how many times he was there, he told me nonchalantly, “Oh, I had to go nine times because I wouldn’t listen to Mrs. K.”

This is not okay.

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