Not a Favorite Day...But it's Okay

Today was a tough one with the children, and I want to record it because someday I'm going to look at photos from this period of my life, and I will only remember how cute the children were, and I will forget how crazy they are sometimes! We had a minimum day today, and everything went downhill when I picked them up from school.

I took them on a walk, and Grace complained the whole time that we were going too fast--she kept lagging behind, walking one foot on the sidewalk, one in the plants. Alia was doing great, so I told her she could be my morning walking partner, but then Grace cried because SHE wanted to be my morning partner. Then Alia was choosing which path we were taking, and Ethan wanted a turn, and Alia was mad that Ethan got a turn at all. Then Alia found a pill bug, and Ethan wanted to hold it, and then Alia dropped it, and Ethan said it was for sure on purpose, so Alia helped Ethan find another bug.

Once he had his new little bug, he didn't want to set it down, and he just wanted to look at it, so the whole way home, I'm yelling, "Come ON Ethan!" And he's staring at his little bug--trying to open it, wondering if it wants to eat a leaf, wondering if it wants shade, wondering if it's dead. Then Alia kept stopping right in front of the stroller, and one of those times I rolled over her toe, and she screamed dramatically and was SO upset, and then Ethan kept jumping in the plants and stepping on all of them, and I had to tell him three times to stop.

Once we FINALLY got home, Alia pulled the jumprope too tight around Grace's neck, and she came upstairs screaming. Ethan sat on Alia's head and gave her a big bump when she hit the tile, and Alia poked her finger really hard into the cement in the back yard. Grace got poked in the eye later with a stuffed animal Alia threw, and Alia stubbed her toe on her way to bed. Everyone cried and cried and cried all afternoon until I finally got them all tucked into bed. Whew. I'm done for today.