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I don't know what is with the kids today, but I wish I could just get out of here for an hour or two and take a break from them.
Friday is our end-of-the-week Border's Cafe day. I really look forward to it, especially since they started stocking a bunch of different sf DaVinci's flavors. I can not tell you how wonderful it is to order a delicious (whole milk, decaf) mocha and know that I'm not screwing myself up by having 800 g of carbs in one 16-ounce drink.
Plus, I love books and all reading materials so much that just walking in the door lifts my spirits. The kids like it too, and sometimes we listen to music at the music stations, or look at some of the magazines, or whatnot. Point is, it's usually a really nice way to start the weekend.
Today DS1 had early release, so we picked him up and went to Sam's Club and got pizza at their cafe, then did some shopping and came home. The kids were all fine at Sam's, then when we got home DS1 went into some kind of major droop. I figured he'd be ok after an hour or two of downtime... about 3pm I asked about going to Borders and he absolutely freaked out. Crying, screaming, the whole 9 yards -- "I'm tired," "I'm cranky" (duh), "I hate Borders," (liar, liar, pants on fire) all sorts of crap. Of course the other 2 are now upset because they want to go, and he doesn't...
I asked DS1 if I could call the neighborhood girl who sometimes comes over to stay with him so the rest of us could go, and he freaked out even more over that. Then I explained to him that even though he didn't want to go, I just wanted to go and get my coffee and relax together for a while, and I didn't think it was too much to ask him. Of course he disagreed.
I even called DH for his advice, I was so irritated. He talked to DS1 for a while and he seemed to be calming down but then he went right off the deep end again.
Eventually I made him eat a snack and then he managed to get control of himself. By that time it was 4:45 and I was exhausted so I said just forget it. But I'm really annoyed, because I wanted to wish the regular staff there a Merry Christmas, and now I won't see them until next year. We go there so often that everyone knows us, and they look out for us and are always so nice. Going there is one of my little pleasures and I really appreciate it, and so now I'm really resenting that I couldn't go today.
Yes, I am spoiled, but is it really too much to ask? An hour or so spent in the car and in a bookstore/cafe? Is that so bad?
So, instead, I'm doing my NINTH load of laundry this week (sheets, sheets, and more sheets) and I have some idea of what we're having for dinner but all I really want is my mocha. grrr
Oh, and, the cat waited for us to come home from Sam's, and then she went and pooped by the Christmas tree! Oh, I could've killed her. Between the kids and the cat, I'm so wishing I was dependent-free right now!
Boy, do I need an attitude adjustment!
On the plus side of the column, there are no more classes or school or anything to drive to until after the holidays, so that's great. In-laws are coming on Monday, and I love them, it will be great to have them here. I have two pans of blueberries drying in the oven, and then I will be all set to make my LC fruitcake, since I finally remembered to buy brandy today.
DH is working till 6pm, so I have to keep it together until he gets home close to 6:30... only a half-hour to go, if I keep my nose glued to the screen here, maybe the kids will get the idea that I want them to leave me alone? Fat chance, DS2 is right here beside me, nagging me to play a game on the laptop... :rolls eyes:
Is there a prayer for patience? Other than the usual, "Lord, give me patience, NOW!" (hehehe) -- I could use one.
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