Holy mackrel. Holy, moly, mackrel. If you read my post below about one of the first days home with my kids, you would have not known me last Thursday. The post below was God showing me the reason I would need to see it through last Thursday. He was saying, Here's why you decided to stay home on Tuesdays and Thursays. And then last Thursday He said, Here's why you work on Monday, Wed, and Fri.
Last Thursday, about 3:47 p.m. I crawled into a chair against the wall in my kitchen. I don't think I was blinking. Just sat there. I could see Dylan leaning over my lap, to look me in the eye and she was saying words, but they sounded like she was in a tunnel, very far away. Kind of a muffled echo. I think she was saying, "Moommmy - wassss wong? Waas wong momma?" Funny how they can go from demonic to sweet and innocent once you've entered the twilight zone. It's like they immediately know you've crossed over from reality to dark, spiraling, tunnel voice, twilight zone. Then they're like, Oh no, she's in the zone. Flip on the sweet talk. Gotta bring her back. Mommy.....
Yeah, so Thursday was a little nuttso around here. I'm pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that Dylan has become accustomed to NOT taking her nap anymore. And Lane, who used to sleep for at least two hours, is now, two hours at best, and usually not even that.
WHY do they stop taking naps? Seriously, someone tell me. She's got at least three more years of naps at school, so what the heck am I going to do? That used to be the school's problem, but now it's mine too. I've looked it up online and all I'm seeing are people saying you can't force a kid to go to sleep, but I'm thinking there's a way. Gotta be. Somebody reading this - please comment me.
So Thursday was a little loopy. No break for mommy, and it was raining outside. Our day ended with me just putting the kids outside and letting them play in the rain, while I sat commatose on the porch - not really commatose - and I didn't have my keys in my hand, but I knew right where they were and I did leave a few hours after Philip got home.
This week was much better. I'm getting the swing of it. The new rule for now is that Dylan has to stay in her bed during nap time, and if she never goes to sleep she has to go to bed early. I don't like it, but that's it until I'm enlightened further. And my new mission with my sweet, little one-year-old baby boy Lane, is to prove to him daily that I'm stronger than he is. I'm determined to make him think that I'm stronger and always will be. If you saw him in action you would understand this. When he's a lot taller than me, and a lot bigger than me, I want him to fear his little mommy and know that I mean business. I will not be afraid to take him down if need be. He's a wild man, don't let the pictures fool you. He's full of love, but he's a wild man. My wild man.
FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS!
We went to the Lobo game tonight! Aaahhhh....the memories. East Texas High School football. What is there not to love about it? The smell of popcorn, the bands playing, the drumbeats making people wanna get up and dance, the viewettes working it in the stands, the players raising there arms on the sidelines rallying the support of the fans, the people to the left yelling "Move the chains, move the chains!," the howl of the Lobo after a touchdown! Woohoo!! I loved it. The kids loved it too. Not sure the guy in front of us loved it, but we did. It was great to be back at my alma mater. Good 'ole LHS.
