One of Those Days
I wish I could get out of here. I need to get away, take a vacation, have a day off. V has these ideas about his days off, like he is entitled to sit and do nothing because it’s his day off. So when do I get one? The responsiblities of kids, cleaning, cooking and all that don’t take a free day, they just keep going on forever and ever.
Today has been just nuts, and completely and totally frustrating to the point of shouting and hair pulling.
The dog caught a squirrel in the backyard and is now eating it. I won’t go take it from her, I just don’t have the stomach for it. SW is pretty upset about the whole thing, and keeps shouting at her. But she’s half hunting dog, so it’s just her nature and not something we can prevent her from doing.
SW has several boxes of “confiscated” toys stashed in the corner of the living room. (Items taken away and boxed up when he wouldn’t put them away.) He decided he could sneak a rummage through them while I was trying to lie down for a little while. The bottom fell out of one, dumping legos, Pokemon cards, stuffed toys, tinker toys, plastic eggs and other assorted collectibles everywhere. It was an extra half hour’s work to pile on top of everything else.
RM took a bottle of water and poured it into a plastic container, and is sitting in the middle of the kitchen playing in it. I should probably do something about it, but she is being entertained, and won’t go off and get into something else in the mean while. Besides that, she is equally entertained by having the chance to take a towel and clean something, so I’m sure she will mop up most of her own mess. (I’m hoping this tendency towards cleaning things is a girl thing, and not just a helpful toddler who will soon grow out of it.)
TR came home with riddles he’d written and wanted to present them to me. SW read me one of the answers and caused a whole uproar. It didn’t seem to matter that I didn’t hear him so no harm was done, an excuse to argue is an excuse to argue with those boys.
I sent them to the front yard, pitched a tent, and with any luck they won’t come in until Sunday night. Of course, the boys won’t let RM in the tent with them, she “bothers” them too much. I guess I should take what peace I can get.
