Last night with the kids was really difficult. I came home from a day of patients + a meeting and unfortunately had a poorly-timed headache come on at the end of the day.
(I think this one may have been hormonally mediated as I’ve noticed this phenomenon on the 3-4th day of coming off of the pills. I take an OCP and only come off for a few days every few months but I still dread those short stints!).
ANYWAY. So I get home and wanted to make it a nice calm evening because I felt like @$^@#. I honestly tried to set the mood and start out with lightness but . . . somehow, it didn’t work. Instead, my headache worsened as the volume in our house got louder, and IT WAS LOUD. And there was a level of physical rambunctiousness that was not good and I ended up issuing a NO IPAD ON SATURDAY IF YOU DON’T STOP warning and STILL no-one stopped so . . . no iPad on Saturday.
(Then one kid continued to push buttons incessantly until they also lost Sunday’s iPad privileges).
I don’t know. It was pretty miserable.
I probably should have taken them outside for a walk; the weather was gorgeous. BUT – headache. I really didn’t feel like doing anything. In analyzing the situation, I wish I had calmly issued a warning that if everyone did not calm down (and respect each other’s personal space + reasonable volume limits) then the privilege of watching shows for an hour at 7 pm would be gone, but I didn’t. I think I will (calmly) review that our current 7 pm ritual is a privilege and not a given and perhaps that will help.
I will end with a ridiculously cute soccer portrait.
Her mad face is beautiful . . . unless she’s mad at you! Though to be clear, most of last nights drama was about the big kids.