Daughter called me stupid. I asked her "What did you say?" she looked me straight in the eye and said "I called you stupid." I didn't know if I should be happy that she had the confidence to stand by the power of her convictions at the risk of adverse consequences, upset that my baby called me stupid, or angry that she was using inappropriate language. I choose to threaten that should she say stupid again she was getting a time out on her bed. She looked at me as if I was stupid, flipped her hair and flounced away.
There, that is out of the way. I had all these warm & fuzzy feelings towards my kids last night and this morning and that "stupid", no matter how minor it is to so many, was sticking to my mind. Now it's out and I feel better. Really. Yesterday was a good day. Quiet, no chores, relaxing kind of day. The dad was home, his one day this week, his one day before leaving for a week. The boys were all home. The kind of day I dreamed of when I dreamed of having a family. I ran errands with eldest, daughter and Ms. J. , she's a trooper doing remarkably well after saying goodbye to her husband for a year. We came home just in time for me to make dinner and the dad, boys and daughter went out front to play football. There are some definite upsides to living in an apartment community. One of the best being that there are always enough players for any last minute game... football/hide-n-seek/tag/manhunt/etc.
After a quick dinner the boys ran out again for more football, the dad sat down to paint his warhammer guys. I got squareboy & daughter ready for a night swim so they'd sleep better. I've found swimming to be a better part of the bedtime routine than a bedtime story. We were at the pool all of two minutes before the football players jumped in too
"Can you watch me" *splash*
"Can you watch me" *splash*
"Can you watch me" *splash*
"Can you watch me" *splash*
"Can you watch me" *splash*
"Can you watch me" *splash*
"Can you watch me" *splash*
No one waited to hear if I would watch them, the rule being that anyone under 18 needs an adult to watch them. They all assumed I would watch them, which is true... the more the merrier. Poor daughter was once again surrounded by boys. I hope this stops before she's teenager. Think I can get squareboy out the door and into college early?
We had an hour and a half of splashing, screaming and fun. Me winding up in the water in my jeans and tee's. Beats me why I thought I could get away with sitting on the sidelines and playing lifeguard without a swimsuit. I thanked God that I didn't live in one of the apartments overlooking the pool. Man we are l-o-u-d. Once again I wondered why no one ever complains about the noise we make. Our next door neighbor had come out to play football with the boys and then swim, I asked him why. He's under the impression that he, his wife, their daughter and baby son make as much noise as the 7 of us. Hokay. I let him think that.
Daughter and squareboy fell asleep immediately after swimming, much faster than after a story. Try it. Middle child and number two sat down to paint their warhammer guys with the dad, eldest got on my bed with me and we watched an incredibly cheesey late-night horror movie on the SciFi channel. Who knew that a love of cheesey late-night horror movie's is genetic?
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