Friday - Kids at Goddard night out = Mexican and Margarita's for me. I kept it all under control, I knew I had to get up early and run on Saturday morning. I did, however, break out a "first" - my "first" boot wearing this season. YAY... It was cool enough here - so if you looked at me all funky - "meh" - I am kicking off MY fall season this weekend. So booya!
|BOOTS make me happy|
So I was so happy we made it. When I got home the kids and Eric were not there - after a text to him to find out they were at the park, I laced up AGAIN and ran up to the park to spend the afternoon on the slides and swings with my babies. It was great.
That evening we had a wedding - so the kids went over to my step-mom's for the evening. An actual SPEND THE NIGHT evening. YIPS! So I took them over and came home to get ready. I actually wore my hair down to the reception - something you do not see often. Another "first".
|Bridget and I|
Sunday - Had a great morning waking up listening to the fountain in our backyard with a hot cup of coffee, watching the news, and actually discussing something other than "who had the toy first". Picked up the babies and got ready for a b-day party. The girl in the pic above - well she has two boys and it was their 1st and 4th b-day dual Dr. Suess bash. So here is where all hell broke lose and another "first".
Elle was once again crying about her clothes. She was told to wear leggings and a tunic - so she could run in the park and be comfortable. She cried and cried and cried. I gave her one chance to get her clothes on - walked outside and waited - still crying when I got in. I gave her another chance, now she was screaming "I have nothing to wear" as a closet with a plethora of clothes stared back at her. My blood pressure was rising at this point so I walked away again. I finally said "when I get back in here if your clothes are NOT on - you will NOT go to the b-day party". Well... guess what... they were NOT on. So she did NOT go. That was the 1st time I stuck to my guns, and I left with Wes while she stayed home. It KILLED me - but I did it. I stuck my ground and I feel dang good about it today. She woke up today, cried for about 2.2 seconds, and then put those dang clothes on. I praised her today for her good behavior. I am hoping this is a new beginning.
Woke up to rain, good behaved children, and a nice super strong cup of joe - Happy Monday to ME!
Any help with the "clothes drama" that is brewing at my house each day? Any relatable stories?
Enjoy the beginning of the week.