A Day in Crazy Town

My father-in-law had hernia surgery yesterday, so I have been home alone with the two kids yesterday and today so that he could have a few calm and quiet days to rest and recover.

Yesterday went relatively well and was uneventful, other than the fact that the kids both refused to take an afternoon nap and were a bit grumpy all evening. Today is a completely different story.

Oscar woke at 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m., 4:00 a.m., and 5:00 a.m. He is currently recovering from RSV and is getting a couple new teeth, so he hasn’t slept well for a week. At 5:00 a.m. he would not go back to sleep, so I placed him in the living room Pack ‘n Play with his favorite cars and dinosaurs and got a little shut eye in the couch next to him while he played. About twenty minutes later my daughter woke me up by placing her ice cold hands on my face, “I got up out of my bed, mommy!” She said.

The next few hours were uneventful as we watched some cartoons, played with cars, blocks, and drew pictures with crayons. Then they ganged up on me in what I can only describe as a plot to tag team and drive me crazy. All listening and following directions went out the door. My patience wore thin immediately.

The living room floor suddenly became wilder than an episode of Wrestlemania. Oscar repeatedly tackled his sister and sat on her head. Even though there is a year and a half difference in age, there is only a six pound difference in weight, so she was unable to get him off of her. No matter how many times I pulled them apart, attempted to redirect and distract them, or just about lost my sh**, the insanity carried on.

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We sat at the dining room table to have a snack and color (mostly so one kid would be momentarily confined to the high chair and the other to the booster seat) when Abby began to “sing” (read yell at the top of her lungs) the word rutabaga. I don’t know where my three-year-old heard that word, but it became incredibly annoying after hearing it three hundred million times.

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Later, as the kids sat on the floor and looked at books, I went around the corner to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. “Mom! Mom! Oscar climbed on the couch,” Abby yelled, “Hurry!” I ran into the room and around the loveseat just in time to see him leap from on top of the loveseat onto the carpet. The rest of the day he attempted to scale the loveseat and leap off again and again. The boy knows no fear.

Anytime Abby was sitting on the floor, Oscar took to opportunity to run and tackle her. Maybe I have a future football player.

I sent a text message to my husband. OMG! Could you maybe stay home after lunch? He just laughed at me.

After lunch, I hoped that taking a nap would calm everyone. Abby was angry because I wouldn’t let her sleep in my bed. “You’re the meanest mommy in the whole world!” She yelled. She continued to yell and cry for about ten minutes until she fell asleep. There was some blessed peace and quiet for a little over an hour while everyone slept. Naptime did not have the desired effect, however, they woke with more energy and vigor than before.

I guess if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.


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