One of the reasons I wanted to write this blog was to be real with you all. Not everything is rainbows and butterflies and perfect. I want to share the good, the bad and everything in between. So here we go..
My son had a meltdown because he couldn’t choose what he wanted to eat. Now, mind you, he had already eaten a bit when we stopped at my parent’s house, and by the time we got home, it was about 6:30 p.m. Bedtime is 7:00 p.m.
One of his responsibilities is to feed the dog her dinner. I asked him politely to feed her dinner and he said “I too hungry”. To which I replied, “she’s pretty hungry too buddy and she hasn’t eaten since this morning”. My son replied with “no”. I then told him that he couldn’t have anything else to eat. I said after he feeds the dog her dinner he can have something. He broke down in tears. I waited long enough and ended up feeding the dog myself. My son then broke down again and said “I was going to do it”. I totally didn’t believe him and I just said that it didn’t seem like he was and I was going to do it.
He continued to say that he was hungry and I said he could have one more thing before bedtime. He asked for a banana and I said yes. So once he was done with the banana I said it was time to go upstairs and get ready for bed. He gave me a bit of a struggle with that too. But we get upstairs and I said let’s brush our teeth. He sits on the floor shakes his head and says no. In the meantime, I’m also trying to get my 17 month old ready for bed. We start brushing teeth…..I start stripping him down to change his diaper and get him in pajamas. So my older son was pouting and not wanting to do anything.
I don’t even recall but I finally got my older son to start brushing his teeth. And then eventually into his pajamas. We read a book and got my younger son into bed. Then went into my older son’s room. We read one book and then I sang his lullaby. He told me some stories about school and then we said goodnight.
Phew! What a night. Well, then I remembered that I had a spaghetti squash in the crockpot. And that I needed to clean up the kitchen. I took the spaghetti squash out and scraped it. I put it all in a dish, and then just scooped some out for me to eat. I then put the rest away and cleaned up the kitchen.
So that’s my story of how my evening went. And now you know my life is not all rainbows and butterflies. I’m not perfect. My kids aren’t perfect. We struggle with little things too.
But then I look at them sleeping and they look like little angels…