A few of unbelievable things going on right now. First of all. I feel better at 36 weeks than I did at 30. A few stretches for sciatica plus a magnesium supplement for heartburn equals; I had no idea 36 weeks (and four days) could exist at this level of comfort…not that I’d call it comfortable.
Unbelievable number 2; It’s only 83 degrees out. It’s May 9th. This is the Valley of the Sun. Yesterday the high was 77. I don’t know how this is possible but I am grateful. Also, I don’t even feel bad for anyone living in a more northerly climate bemoaning the slow onset of spring. Not even a little bit bad. In fact, if you guys got another little bit of snow I’d be cool with it. (selfish)
This brings us to unbelievable number three.
On Fridays the kids are allowed to watch tv. limiting it to one day a week is how we keep it from overrunning our lives. It also gives me an easy answer to stop begging in it’s tracks ie. “Moooom, can we watch somethiiing?” “Is it Friday?” and that’s the end. Conversation over.
Today happens to be Friday. We went to a midwife appointment first thing this morning. On the way home Roxy asked the question, “Can we watch our shows when we get home?” I said “Yep,” but I also remembered the mess in the tv room. The mess that belongs solely to Rox and Duke, the other kids having not even set foot in that room since it was cleaned up last Friday. So when we got home I told them they could have tv time as soon as they picked up the toys.
Wailing ensued. Roxy started it “WE NEED HELP!” echoed By Duke “We need help!” “WHAT ABOUT ZIZZA AND ENZO!?” “what about Zizza and Enzo?” Followed by my answers; “You didn’t have help getting the toys out so I know you’ll be able to put them back on your own,” and “Ziz and Enz haven’t even been in the room so It’s not their job.” “BUT WE JUST WANNA WATCH SOMETHING,” “we just wanna watch something,” The wailing was followed by whimpering “mama, mama” and clutching at my arm.
I can’t abide arm clutching. It does things to my brain. Hostile things.
Long story short. Roxy was unwilling to put books on the shelf or toys in the bin and Duke was in a following mood so he couldn’t do those things either. Rox also couldn’t content herself with the idea of not watching a show on Friday, which was the alternative to not cleaning, so she moaned and wined and clutched.
Meanwhile all that clutching meant I had to keep a firm hand on those hostile things in my brain.
This whole cleaning up story is really just a lead in. Here is the unbelievable. Currently both of those children are napping.
I fed them lunch, then I tucked Roxy into bed. She was indignant about it. The two of them share a room see, and as the bigger kid she is the one who rests elsewhere during quiet time. But elsewhere wasn’t going to work today. Not with me holding the hostile back with a piece of scotch tape and her in full tilt moaning and clutching. So I tucked her into her bed and then I laid down with Duke on my bed.
She protested by taking Dukes toy dragon ( the noisiest toy in the room ) to bed with her. The dragon was roaring and doing it’s best to devour her bedding. The only way I knew to keep her from a full scale jailbreak was to be as boring as possible so I lay there, watching Duke practice increasingly dramatic face palms every time he heard her make a noise.
Eventually, the weight of drama in his palm as it met his face forced him back into the pillows. He was done in and failed to sit up to meet the next dragon’s breath. His eyes closed, and soon in spite of the fact that the dragon roars had ceased and been replaced by the monotone-monosyllabic yelling of my own Roxanne my eyes began to close as well.
It was the silence that woke me. She stopped! I felt triumphant and groggy thinking smug thoughts to myself about how she’d yelled herself to sleep. That’s when I heard her in the hallway. I’d been had.
I ended up hauling the piano bench down the hall and sitting out side her door until she gave up trying to come out. Even then it was touch and go. Things could easily have gone the other way. They have done in the past, but I had a steel determination today. I knew how exhausting the fit throwing, moaning, clutching, and monotone yelling must have been, and I knew how miserable we’d both be if the hostile things beat their way out of my brain so I held fast.
Still it’s unbelievable.
Roxy is napping.