Or it means my husband has lost his mind and is now abandoning any attempt to act like the adult along with me around here.
I was lying in bed last night reflecting on finding this q-tip and marveling at the fact that it wasn't even the grossest part of my day, when I feel like something like that clearly should have been. Unfortunately, an unlimited access to a bag of raisins placed too low, and two meals in a row served with corn meant that changing Stella's diaper trumped dirty ear wax in drinking straws.
Kids are gross.
Alex went hunting this weekend, leaving me with the three kids solo for the weekend. I genuinely wanted him to go, I really did. I complain about how often he is gone, particularly about having to cover dinner, bath, and bedtime solo every night, but the truth is that he is always working and never, ever does anything enjoyable for himself. He needed it.
I however, did not need more time with the kids.
Me wanting him to go, and me hating the fact that I was left with three kids by myself for the weekend are two totally separate things. I have spent way too much time with my children in the last few days, making my appreciation of them dip a little lower than it should for a loving Mother.
We need a little "absence makes the heart grow fonder" type of thing around here.
I'd particularly like a little absence from Cole and his inability to sleep. He's pushing the whole family to the edge. I bet Aiden was the one that put that q-tip in the straw because he's so traumatized by the stress of a brother that just won't go to sleep and insists on screaming and crying instead. I'll probably soon find Stella and Aiden in the backyard eating sand or rolling in dog poop.
I really don't know what either of these things have to do with having a brother that won't sleep, but both seem like fairly insane choices that might be made by someone that is being kept up or frequently awoken by the cries of a sibling. I'm confident this must be in a medical book somewhere.
I'll go look that up, just to be sure I can protect them from things getting to that point. Meanwhile, here are some photos from our non-stop Mother and children time over the past few days. They are a bit Stella intense, primarily because she is the most adorable, though definitely not the most easy going, that award goes to Aiden for this weekend.
|Stella has an obsession with finding the moon, even during the day. Cole earned some serious big brother points by trying to hold her hand to get her to go inside for dinner. He has some good points. :)|
|This is how I wish the whole weekend had gone. Aiden reading to his siblings and the dog. Love it.|
|Turns out Stella really likes pudding and I love seeing her get messy enjoying some chocolate.|
|Another example of how I wish the whole weekend had gone, but it did not.|
|Despite her blanket being dropped in poop, Stella was traumatized by having to have it washed. She spent the entire wash cycle like this and crying hysterically when it all got to be too much.|
|A little bible reading and stroller pushing.|
|Watching Aiden's soccer game. A lot of snack eating to elicit cooperation.|