I am a bit at a crossroads with our summer. We have had one of the busiest and most fun summers this year and we’re only halfway through! There have only been a handful of days where we haven’t had at least one activity planned which make the days much more fun for me and the kids.
Today was the first in a long line of days where the fun is catching up to all of us. We have next to nothing to eat except stale cereal, saltines (no soup) and a can of cherry pie filling in the pantry so a trip to the grocery store is definitely in order. I am all for bribing when it comes to parenting so I told the kids if they were good, I would let them pick out a movie from Redbox since I had a free movie code. (You can get a free one too – text SCREEN to 727272. You’ll get a text with your code and then an additional text asking you to reply “Y” to confirm your subscription to GAMES. I’m not going to respond so hopefully that won’t be an issue and I’m sure standard messaging rates apply, blah, blah, blah, T’s & C’s.)
I was just about ready to tell the kids to get their shoes on when Kamryn came out and asked me if she had gymnastics today. I told her, “No, not until Thursday.”
Enter Beelzebub. She started wailing and screamed/sobbed, “I CAN’T WAIT ONE MORE DAY!” And being the understanding and sympathetic mother that I am, I responded, “Good, because you have to wait 2 days.”
Then she started repeating, “I CAN’T WAIT 2 MORE DAYS! I CAN’T WAIT 2 MORE DAYS!” and kicked a ball at the sliding glass door. That landed her in her room, where she continued to wail. I don’t use the word wail very often, but that is definitely the only way to describe what she was doing.
She sat in there for about 5 minutes and then came out and plopped herself right in front of my face and repeatedly hmmphed at me. Rory started whipping his shirt at her and laughing. As you can imagine, that went over like a fart in church. Kamryn was about to bring the pain when I ordered both children to “stand down!” in myI’m not fucking around anymore voice.
Kamryn stomped off, Rory ran to another room and I continued to document it all here. If you forgot, this started with not having her scheduled, weekly gymnastics class today. Absolutely ridiculous. If I gave her a puppy and then murdered it in front of her, I wouldn’t expect the kind of display she exhibited. That’s harsh, I like puppies and wouldn’t hurt one, but seriously, girl, get your shit together!
All is quiet on the western front right now, but that is going to change when I inform both children that we are going to the store and they’ll be getting a movie from Redbox over my dead, cold, stiff body.