I cried yesterday. It was a hard morning. The girls (all four of them) were fighting a lot over really important things like who said, “Butt head” and “Who ate what candy when”. It was not the best day for me. After throwing all the candy away (Have I mentioned that I am a mean mom?) I went off to make dinner.
This dinner was labor intensive. I do not like to cook AT ALL. I cannot stress that enough. I was making Doro Wat (a spicy Ethiopian chicken stew) and Ethiopian split peas. The prep time alone was over an hour and I was not feeling the love.
When the kids came in with yet another complaint, I just started to cry. Talk about stunned kids. Their arguement was no longer that important. I finished my prep work, took a long hot bath and took a nap with my setting at 25. For those of you that do not have a Sleep Number bed, 25 is very, very soft. At 25 I can crawl into fetal position and go off to dreamland quite easily. I cannot sleep for hours like that, but a good strong nap is possible. My normal number is 40 for those of you dying to know!
I awoke an hour or so later to see a “I’m sorry” note on my bed. My floors had been vacuumed and my laundry folded. Elle even polished the dining room table for me!
My day was great after that. My kids know when enough is enough and how to make mommy feel better. They are still far from perfect, but yesterday proved that they are not the insane monsters they had acted like that morning.
That is good new!