The girls were so ornery yesterday I don’t even know what to say. They were ultra-hyper, suffered from extremely selective hearing, did pretty much everything they’re not allowed to do, and finally one of them distracted me while the other one opened the built-in drawers in their closet and used them as stairs, resulting in broken really-freaking-expensive drawers. TubaDad just got home from a week-long business trip (yes, I recognize the connection) and we took Ro and Ree out to an early dinner. Well that was a colossal lapse of judgment on our parts. They wouldn’t stay in their seats, got food everywhere, and YELLED every sentence, despite our vigilant (and exhausting) best efforts. I rate that dining experience an "M” – for miserable.
Then, suddenly, on the drive home we had silencegoldensilence. Not because they miraculously decided to give us a break, but because they both passed out in their carseats sometime around 6:15 -- can’t even remember the last time that happened.
We carried them upstairs to bed, locked them in (kidding), dished up the last remaining slice of Baskin Robbins Mother’s Day cake, and heaved ourselves onto the couch where we watched a movie.
So, did anyone else have a couch-coma-inducing parenting moment this week? And what was your antidote of choice – chocolate, wine, cake, or something even better than I must immediately stock up on?