My kids are creatures of habit. They know what we do and when we do it. They know that they get up, eat breakfast, get cajoled in to getting dressed, and get on the bus to head to school. From there the school takes over the routine. When school is out they get on the bus, get home to their dad or myself waiting (or both) and get inside for an afternoon snack. Homework usually comes next, then dinner, play time and bed.
None of this is ridiculously rigid or timed to the minute but it’s pretty basic and happens Mon-Fri. But not during a school break. School breaks are different.
I still have to work and so does Gabe. That means the kiddos go to grandma’s house or a babysitter. They are both wonderful options but it’s not the same as what they do all other days. When this happens, tiny humans get grumpy. They are off somehow, not quite the same and definitely more irritable.
While I think school breaks are a good thing, I also think they’re rough on working parents and rough on kiddos that are off their routines. I’m ready to sleep in on Thursday but of course, that will probably be the day the kiddos decide earlier is better and my internal clock says I need to be up no matter what l would like to have happen. Ugh, apparently I’m a creature of routine too.
There were multiple times yesterday that I cried. Sometimes it was sadness, sometimes shock and sometimes just plain anger at the situation and the senselessness of it all.
Gabe knew I was sad and he told the kids that mommy had a bad day. Of course the kids asked what happened and Gabe told them my friend had died. When I got home these were waiting for me:
I would like to take this time to say thank you to each and every person who has ever come to one of my children’s birthday parties. Seriously, you all deserve medals.
Aiden was very kindly invited to the birthday party of a classmate today. I was scheduled to work 12:45-4:00 and the party was to take place from 2:00-4:00 at a local children’s bounce house/arcade establishment. This meant that poor Gabe was tasked with taking the kiddos on his own. With a stroke of luck I was able to leave work at 2:30 and meet up with the crew to help out.
Children’s birthday parties are ROUGH. There was a large crowd in addition to the birthday crew and to say it was sensory overload is to speak a very large understatement. There was pizza and cupcakes, bouncing and games. There was also screaming and running and being pulled in every direction.
More than likely one of our two children’s next birthday celebrations (maybe both) will be held at this establishment (and we know the owners – the kids absolutely LOVE it) so I apologize now for the sensory overload experience I will one day foist upon you. I do have to say, though, I am very glad these places exist because I’m not sure my living room can handle another of the kiddo’s birthday parties.