Sarah and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad {Morning}

This morning, I woke up in BEAST mode. Not a good type of beast mode.  Not the type where you get things done and conquer the world. No, this was more like I was angry. At what? Who knows, but I knew it was going to be a day….and suddenly I knew how Alexander felt.

Alexander is a friend of mine. I like his book.

 

So it went like this:

I woke up to Gabriel telling me he needed a shower because he was, well, wet.

The water was too cold, he cried.

The baby needed me immediately. When I gave her breakfast, she dumped her yogurt all over the kitchen. Then she screamed some more.

Daniel Tiger was on. I despise Daniel Tiger and his sing alongs, they get stuck in your head all day.

Lucy refused to get dressed.

Wet clothes were in the bathroom and on the carpet for who knows how long.

I had to wash dishes for 45 mins. In the utility sink I despise. In the bathroom. While listening to aforementioned Daniel Tiger in the next room.

The toy room was a disaster and puzzle pieces everywhere. I depise the toy clutter we currently have. It’s too much.

Kids cried when I threw away gobs of puzzle pieces because I knew the 4 puzzles thrown on the floor were beyond the point of return.

Lucy changed her clothes 3 times after I have repeatedly asked her to get dressed just ONCE in a day to save on laundry.

Amelia wet through her pajamas.

I fumed, ranted, and raved about getting the toy room cleaned up so one could at least WALK through the hallway to get there.

Amelia tracked macaroni and cheese that she had dumped on the floor. all. over. the. house.

Amelia cries when Lucy whacks her on the top of the head with an Ariel doll.

Kids all cry when I make ‘breakfast cookies’ and make them wait until after lunch to eat them.

My stomach hurt.

It was a cloudy day.

My eyes were tired.

I didn’t get to shower until the clock read PM.

My orange was moldy.

I had to clean the vaporizer in the kids room. Scrubbing those scales off makes me unhappy.

I thought about going back to bed. But alas, I had to be an adult and go to the eye doctor, Menards, make dinner, pay bills, prep dinner for tomorrow, give baths and do all those other adult-ish type things that you don’t always want to do.

Tonight after the girls were asleep I laid with Gabriel, talking about his day. “Sorry I was grouchy this morning”, I said. He replied with, “What?”  I stated my apology again, and again he responded with “What?”.  “You know, I wasn’t very nice this morning, I was kind of mad…?”  I said, trying to explain. “I didn’t notice,” G replied, then added that the favorite part of his day was “Playing with the Transformer toy in the waiting room at the eye doctor’s office”.

OK. Guess I didn’t mess up so much after all.  Beast mode: OFF.  Good thing we get second chances. Lord knows I need them.

 

-The {still despising Daniel Tiger} Costellos

 

Round ’em up

My baby G. My first born. My son. My oldest.

MY KINDERGARTENER.

Sometimes I feel like my kids don’t get any older. I know this sounds absurd as most people feel like their kids grow in the blink of an eye. I sometimes feel this way, but I’ve only ever had little kids and preschoolers. I’ve always had littles. Then we attended kindergarten roundup for Gabriel yesterday.

When I was laying with him in his bed the night before roundup, G told me he was nervous, excited. We talked through his emotions. His mature emotions. 

We were getting ready to leave the house the next morning and G was rushing us.  He didn’t want to be late.

We got to school and he was shy, hiding behind me and refusing to say much. I thought my Baby G has returned.  The Superintendent of the school saw G’s hesitations and offered to let him feed the fish in the big tank by the school’s front doors. He jumped on it while we completed some paperwork.

We got a tour of the school, got to sit in on the kindergarten activities that his class did, got a run down of what kindergarten will entail as well as meeting much of the staff. G’s hesitations quickly faded. He was skipping down the hall. He was happily interacting with his classmates and enthusiastic teacher.  He was loving every minute of it.

The teacher had everything as a ’roundup’ theme, complete with cowboy hats, sheriff badges, roping letters…. yeee-haw! They read a book about kindergarten, played, did a science experiment, did some work with letters, got a tour and their picture taken. Perfect. The science experiment was by far his favorite. The teacher said they will do science every day in kindergarten. G was beaming.

I was absolutely thrilled with the school. It is small, very small, and we LIKE that! Very personable. Very friendly. Very, very, very successful in educating kids. They have been ranked as a Blue Ribbon School before. We could not ask for a better fit.

Tonight Gabriel asked if he could go to Kindergarten tomorrow. He adores his preschool, but is ready for more. He was disappointed that kindergarten doesn’t start until August.

I am a little sad to watch my first go off to kindergarten. But more so than that, I am so excited to watch him continue to grow and thrive, just as he has in preschool.  He’s a thinker, a builder, an inventor, a question-asker. He’s going places in this world.

Yay, Gabriel!

-The {growing up} Costellos