Evening of chaos (sort of)
So… tonight, my husband went to kinship (Bible study). Last night, I went. We used to go together, but with “only” four kids, we were paying $30/night, 4-5 times a month. Now, we have five. Plus, the kinship to which he was assigned (as a worship leader) is a good 30 minute drive away, so that’s an additional hour’s worth of babysitting we’d have to pay. So, this is the first year we’ve gone separately. Bummer.
Martin walked out the door at about 6:20. I actually had dinner ready before 6:00, and Martin got home at 5:30 or so… seems like we should have all ben able to sit down and eat together, but it was just a little crazy this evening, partly because Fiala was very fussy, and suddenly, it was time for him to leave, and dinner was still sitting in the warm oven.
Fiala was still very fussy. Usually, when she’s tired, I can just lay her down, and she’s out like a light. But, not tonight. I thought, “If I could just rock her in peace for ten minutes, I think she’d be OK.” So, I had Grant and Wesley start on a board game in their room, and I asked Ethan to play with Audrey. “It’s only for ten minutes,” I said. “Please do not be crazy, and do not be destructive to any people or things.” You’d think I wouldn’t need to utter that last statement, but… literally thirty seconds later, as I was on my way into my bedroom, where Fiala’s cradle is, there’s Ethan, with one of Audrey’s baby dolls, pummelling the crud out of it. Grrr…
All of this, mind you, is while Fiala is still crying, which isn’t peace to a mother’s mind and heart.
With more restraint than I certainly felt, I reprimanded Ethan, redirected him to play kindly and peacefully with his sister, and went to rock Fiala.
She snuggled right into my arms, and about nine minutes later, she was asleep, and even I was nodding off in the dusk-filled room.
I laid her back down, and went out to put dinner on the table… Now, three hours later, I’m just sitting down… dinner’s over, kids in bed (Ethan, my oldest, had to go to bed early), dishes washed, hubby’s on his way home, his dinner is in the oven…