It was a busy night here: we got home from soccer and eating dinner out at 7:15. Not insanely late but still late, considering the boys' bedtime is 8:00 on a school night and I am a major scrooge about varying from it even a little.
So when we walked in the door I realized...and nearly turned back around and walked out...that I'd forgotten to get clean sheets on all our beds. The boys' BUNKBEDS were already stripped of their bedding or I'd have put off this horrible task yet another day. So I started my barking at them to begin their bath while I tackled the beds.
And our bed was jacked up, too. For some reason there was gigantic hole in the bottom sheet where my feet go. Maybe I desperately need a pedicure or something, but with each passing night the hole ripped further and further until it got about two feet (no pun intended) wide.
So every bed in our house needed changing, on a school night with baths still ahead of us at 7:30 p.m.
That's a lot of not-needed detail just to say that wrestling with it all just put me in a foul mood. Bunkbeds have their place in life, I suppose, but OH MY. Changing the sheets on those things ranks right up there with dental work.
And since the clock was ticking toward bedtime I got to parent (i.e., yell) from afar to the boys to hurry up with their baths and teeth-brushing. That's fun.
Dwayne was in the house, in case you're wondering. And he did show up in their bedroom to help. But he's just not as, shall we say, enthusiastic about keeping bedtime on time as I am. I tell him all the time if he was the one who had to drag them awake every morning, he'd make sure they got to bed on time.
So finally the task of clean sheets was done and the boys were momentarily alone in their room, and I hear a "whap!"
The sound of Cooper's hand hitting some part of Carson.
So given the mood I was in and the late hour and whatever else had been piling up in my mind...I totally went off on him and yelled until the chandelier rattled (okay, if we had a chandelier it would have rattled). I made him apologize to Carson and then put them both in bed without saying goodnight or prayers or reading a story or even giving a kiss.
I went in the living room, got the remote, and for one hour I polluted my mind with Kim Kardashian's wedding special.
See, you'd feel like crap, too.
I think Dwayne went in to the boys and tried to smooth things over for me, but I didn't get a chance to ask him because he, too, went straight to bed. Asleep.
So looks like, at this moment, I've hurt the feelings of everyone in this house.
Right now I really just want to go wake everyone up and tell them I'm sorry. But I know all these men, and I believe they all like their sleep more than hearing me grovel.
I suppose I've done the crime; tomorrow I'll have to do the time. I don't really know what I can do to make it up to everyone. Frankly, I think the boys will forget about it pretty quickly and move on. Probably the more I say about it, the more they'll just be like "okay, Mom. Can we have fruit snacks in our lunch?"
Tonight, though, I think some prayers for patience are in order...
1 comment:
I have more of those types of days than I care to admit. You are right that they will probably wake up and won't remember. I say, just apologize and tell them that you love them. That's all that matters!!
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