Before I had kids I had this vision of what dinner would be like, it was very Cleaver-esque, obviously. We would all sit around the dinner table, laughing, sharing sweet anecdotes from our day, and truly basking in each other's company. Of course, all of this would happen while enjoying a delicious, nutritionally balanced meal made from scratch by my loving hands. Oh, the magical evenings we were going to have.
Ha. And now here we are, three kids later, surviving dinner like we are making it out of Wal Mart with a big screen TV on Black Friday. The pain is real. Each of my kids is so unique in their eating habits, that it is literally impossible to make all of them happy. Reese will eat 80% of what you put in front of her with minimal bitching and moaning. Camden complains about every.single.thing on his plate, short of chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese. And Everett loves all forms of food, so long as Camden isnt in the room, or is eating it. If Cam isn't eating it then neither is Everett. The only meal that all three of them agree on is teriyaki chicken over steamed rice. I should probably just give up and cook that every night. But then again, if I made my nights so simple how could I justify my wine? Mom problems, yo.
Anyways, tonight started like any other dinner. I made something super complex, ramen noodles, chicken and mixed veggies. I even put soy sauce on everything. Noodles were the main part of this dinner, for crying out loud. Tonight was Reese's turn to complain, and it went something like this.
Reese: "I want to eat outside with my friends!"
Me: "Sorry babe, we are all eating inside tonight."
At this point the boys and Mark make their way inside for dinner. Camden starts complaining about what's for dinner before he even reaches the kitchen. Back to Reese.
Reese: "My chicken is too spicey!"
Me: "I didn't even put anything on it. I just cooked it in a pan."
Reese: "I can see the pepper on it!"
(Please note that I didn't put any pepper on it)
Me: "There is no pepper on the chicken."
Reese: "Continues pouting."
Dinner continues on, Camden eats his allotted food, and Everett eats everything on his plate, so we offer him more noodles.
Reese: "I want more noodles!"
Me: "After you eat the rest of the food on your plate you can have more noodles."
Reese: "THATS NOT FAIR!"
Everyone finishes dinner, except for Reese, who is now actively pouting and Mark is threatening to send her to bed. It's basically like trying to reason with the eight year old version of Caillou. Oh wait, now she has to use the bathroom. The dinner saga has now been going on for 45 minutes.
Reese: "Can I have a hug?"
Me: (in my head)" For the love of cheese, eat your freaking dinner or I will never show you affection again!"
Me: (out loud) "After you finish your dinner I will give you a hug."
The pouting continues for 15 more minutes before Mark gives up and sends her to bed. What the hell, man, why is it such a fight? and the thing is, if it wasn't her tonight it would have been Everett, refusing to keep his penis off the table, or Camden, refusing to keep his body in his seat, and his feet off of Everett.
All I wanted was one night, happy like the Cleavers, but I've recalibrated my expectations. Pass me the wine, I'll just enjoy dinner through wine googles. They're kind of like beer goggles, but takes the edge off of ugly dinner and bedtime episodes instead of all of those 6's at the bar. 😉
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
6 Week Recap: I vacuumed today.
I've basically abandoned blogging, I'm sorry, I suck. This recovery has taken so much out of me, both mentally and physically, and I've been really, really angry about it. But that's not why I haven't been blogging. I haven't been blogging because I haven't been able to sit at a 90 degree angle, which means that I haven't been able to sit in a computer chair. So what have I been doing with my time? Watching TV. So far, I've watched:
Scandal- 3 seasons
House of Cards- 2 seasons
Bones- 9 seasons
Friday Night Lights- 4.5 seasons
Which means that I have officially watched 300 hours of TV since this surgery, or, roughly 12 days and nights. I'm officially going stir crazy. But, and I hate to type this because it's like tempting the earth, but things are finally, FINALLY, moving forward. I'm officially allowed to walk. Kind of. Very small increments at a time, as much as my body can handle. I suck at listening to my body, so this is definitely (another) challenge for me. But I will never go through this surgery again, so it'll be a cold day in hell when I don't listen to my body and stop when I need to stop.
So, what else has been going on? Everett is in daycare two days a week. It is tough, really tough. He hates it. He comes home from school, and when you ask him how baby school was he says "It was bad, weally weally bad." Little man is breaking my heart. I know its temporary, and a short term solution, but I miss my baby. The other kids aren't doing so hot, either. Cam is turning into quite the jerk, and I know that it's because his whole world has been flipped upside down, and I've always been there to help him, and now he kinda has to take care of himself, so I'm hoping that as I become more mobile, and life rights itself so will his behavior.
Reese, oh Reese. She is such a sweet girl, and I swear, I've never met someone with as pure a heart as she has. She has definitely been the boys rock during this transitional period, and I couldn't be more proud of how strong she's been as her entire world has shifted. Also, we are now in 3rd grade, and dealing with Common Core. First, I want to start by saying fuck common core. They are taking everything they learned last year, and completely disregarding it. The new math is super logical, and I know that it will be beneficial in the long run, but Reese is 8, and 8 year olds aren't logical creatures. I just don't know that she is mature enough to handle math with this much logic.
Also, what the hell is this. The past three weeks they've been working on mental math, and breaking things down and subtracting them by rounding, all in their heads. Two and three digit numbers, really pressing these kids. This weeks lesson? The exact same math problems, but now we get to use manipulatives to solve the problem. Seriously, could this be more backwards? Ugh, I hate Common Core.
Onto the future. My next hurdle? Driving. I know that I won't get cleared this week, my hip still locks up when I move it side to side, so in an emergency I might not be able to get to the brake because my hip locked up. I'm working on forcing myself out of the house, and back into socializing with people. When you watch 300 hours of TV you kind of turn into a hermit. Also, I vacuumed today! Seriously, huge. It took me a few breaks, with some sitting, but it's done, and it's one less thing on Mark's plate! I really miss being my happy, social, outgoing self, so I need to kick this funk off like its yesterday's business.
Scandal- 3 seasons
House of Cards- 2 seasons
Bones- 9 seasons
Friday Night Lights- 4.5 seasons
Which means that I have officially watched 300 hours of TV since this surgery, or, roughly 12 days and nights. I'm officially going stir crazy. But, and I hate to type this because it's like tempting the earth, but things are finally, FINALLY, moving forward. I'm officially allowed to walk. Kind of. Very small increments at a time, as much as my body can handle. I suck at listening to my body, so this is definitely (another) challenge for me. But I will never go through this surgery again, so it'll be a cold day in hell when I don't listen to my body and stop when I need to stop.
So, what else has been going on? Everett is in daycare two days a week. It is tough, really tough. He hates it. He comes home from school, and when you ask him how baby school was he says "It was bad, weally weally bad." Little man is breaking my heart. I know its temporary, and a short term solution, but I miss my baby. The other kids aren't doing so hot, either. Cam is turning into quite the jerk, and I know that it's because his whole world has been flipped upside down, and I've always been there to help him, and now he kinda has to take care of himself, so I'm hoping that as I become more mobile, and life rights itself so will his behavior.
Reese, oh Reese. She is such a sweet girl, and I swear, I've never met someone with as pure a heart as she has. She has definitely been the boys rock during this transitional period, and I couldn't be more proud of how strong she's been as her entire world has shifted. Also, we are now in 3rd grade, and dealing with Common Core. First, I want to start by saying fuck common core. They are taking everything they learned last year, and completely disregarding it. The new math is super logical, and I know that it will be beneficial in the long run, but Reese is 8, and 8 year olds aren't logical creatures. I just don't know that she is mature enough to handle math with this much logic.
Also, what the hell is this. The past three weeks they've been working on mental math, and breaking things down and subtracting them by rounding, all in their heads. Two and three digit numbers, really pressing these kids. This weeks lesson? The exact same math problems, but now we get to use manipulatives to solve the problem. Seriously, could this be more backwards? Ugh, I hate Common Core.
Onto the future. My next hurdle? Driving. I know that I won't get cleared this week, my hip still locks up when I move it side to side, so in an emergency I might not be able to get to the brake because my hip locked up. I'm working on forcing myself out of the house, and back into socializing with people. When you watch 300 hours of TV you kind of turn into a hermit. Also, I vacuumed today! Seriously, huge. It took me a few breaks, with some sitting, but it's done, and it's one less thing on Mark's plate! I really miss being my happy, social, outgoing self, so I need to kick this funk off like its yesterday's business.
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