I was shouty. The girls were over tired and over wrought from a busy weekend, month, term, year. Oh and they were sick. My plan of attack was to get DVD’s, place children in front of said DVD’s and praying they would sleep while I cleaned the house, and started on a big work project I have looming in front of me this week. Like, you know, down time? That plan worked for one kid for 10 mins, then maybe another kid for 15, but never at the same time. There were flights over anything and everything, re-adjusting to spending time together and some of the biggest pre bed meltdowns I’ve seen in some time. Let’s not mention the 11.30pm to 1.00am shenanigans from Harper about her bed, not wanting to sleep in it, complete with grown up tantrum from me.
This morning I am trying a different tactic. One where we all get along nicely. After swimming this morning we headed to LINCRAFT of all places. People, I don’t go to Lincraft. I’m not crafty. I actually hate craft in most forms, especially kid craft. But I took the kids and we looked like a normal, happy, crafty family ready to tackle some craft time.
Now that that’s done and interest has passed, they are on the couch watching a DVD while I am working away here. I’m sure shouting will commence in 3, 2, 1..