It is the 2nd night of the week that I'm single parenting. Make-your-own-taco night was going well until a few too many bits fell out of the boy's taco and great whining, crying, sobbing ensued. Then the girl got upset about people being upset and the brother not passing ingredients quickly enough and went into high drama mode, breaking her taco in the process.
Eventually things simmered down, but not before Mama heated up. Finally, however the kids actually did help to clear the table, the dog kindly agreed to clear the floor and I did the dishes. What an amazing thing - a clean kitchen.
Now they are playing some semblance of tag as I type this. Good overall, this game, although it is puntcuated with a shove too hard, a mean scowl, a threatening stance and ultimately the referee calling an end to it all (that would be me)! The boy got 3 options: 1) get in the tub, 2) play Legos, 3) read a book (or my own hold out option if he wouldn't pick - BED)!
Mind you the girl is running around naked from the waist down since I can't get her to potty train for nothing. Parenthood - an experiment in daily insanity.
And as the world turns, these are the days (and evenings) of our lives!