There are lots of tears.
From all of us.
Since Cole was diagnosed with strep throat we were hanging out here today, our only outing a quick trip to stockpile Emergen-C for the entire family. I listened to countless hours of Lego Ninjago fight descriptions, excitement over pretend strategies for a fictitious Star Wars fight against Count Dooku, and heard, "Mommy, Mommy, watch this!" no less than six thousand times. It would be safe to say that we were bored and had a bit of cabin fever.
It would also be safe to say that I resurrected my fascination with meth addiction just for amusement. Do people do this to cure boredom as well as stay up for unreasonable amounts of time? I would get it. I would.
By the time Aiden got home, Cole was ready to hang out with a more interesting companion and I was interested in feeling like a real person again. Why do I ever feel that the addition of Aiden will make things more entertaining? Or, why do I ever feel that the addition of Aiden will make things more entertaining in a happy way?
After a mere 15 minutes inside, I mandated everyone outside in hopes of peace. My kids, like many, tend to be happier outside. Unfortunately there were sticks stolen, one threw a child-size broom at someone else, and there was an incessant demand for Star Wars Wii that ended in screaming tears and a repeated slamming of the door from the porch to the garage. (Cole)
Aiden, Stella, and I headed down the street on some bikes and I spent a few minutes praying for some relief, some peace. These are the sort of days that make me question everything about myself and my current position. I feel defeated because of the chaos, the tantrums, the monotony, and it seems to repeat itself over and over. I felt desperate.
And wouldn't you know...relief and peace came pouring from the sky. The slamming and screaming ceased and we all converged on the driveway again for something I think they are calling "fun" these days.
Particularly with those that don't understand umbrella logic.
Or those willing to fake brotherly peace for a photo opportunity.
And maybe even take your clothes off.*
Feeling washed in gratitude for such a wonderful break in the midst of another routine day. We all needed it, and we all LOVED it.
Have a fabulous weekend everyone!
*I strongly recommend that everyone able to read this blog post plan on keeping their clothes on at all times while running through the rain in a residential neighborhood. It only works for Stella because; she escaped while we were trying to strip down to go inside, she's one, and she has a PERFECTLY chiseled body. If there weren't so many freaks out there I'd show you the video, oh it is cute!