24 Hours in the Life: Part Who Really Cares Anymore
August 7, 2007
6:00 pm 11 yr old asks if he can grill dinner tonight. Oh twist my arm. He decides to grill sausages. He gets them all ready, goes outside and begins grilling them when the grill stops working. I can’t believe that it has run out of propane we just filled it not long ago. We try to start it with a match…nothing.
So I end up having to put the half cooked sausages in the broiler, even thought it is about 190 degrees in the house.
To make up for this torture I feed the kids their dinner on paper plates so there will be minimal clean up.
6:38 Dinner is over. Clean up. My 2 and 4 yr olds are doing a “project” which involves cutting up my mail and gluing it to the kitchen table. I oooh and aaaah enthusiastically over their creations. I start the kids on their shower line up. No one ever wants to go first. One of those things I just do NOT understand. We negotiate the line up for so long and so fiercely that I feel completely confident that should the Koreas call me up I could get them to skip and play hand clapping games together in a matter of minutes.
7:07 6 yr old comes down from his shower. Soaking wet, hair still soapy, legs still caked in dirt, yet wearing pajamas. Questions of how can you still be dirty after being in the shower are met with an incredulous eyeroll.
7:15 Get kids to do their chores. Chat with various kids about various things, none of it particularly note worthy, just the end of the day type stuff. Do some more laundry.
7:45 Bring the 2 and 4 yr old upstairs and give them a bath.
8:30 Kids are all bathed. They sit down and watch a Netflix movie. I finish up my BlogHer post.
9:00 Bring 4 yr old daughter up to bed. Tuck her in. Turn on her fans (the princess must have two). Make sure there are no peas under her mattress. Read a quick bedtime story. Comfort the tears when I say I can’t read a second one. Bring the book downstairs and put it on the couch to read to her in the morning. A compromise we seem to make almost every night.
9:20 IMing with Mir and talking about our garbage output. My family doesn’t make that much garbage. Not sure why. Wow, my life is exciting.
9:40 Tell everyone it is time for bed.
9:45 Repeat my nightly refrain. “Closing time! You don’t have to go to sleep but you can’t stay here.” Tonight I added the extra special “Make your bedroom your new beginning. GOOD NIGHT!”
9:59 pm One benefit of having a child with ADHD who is an insomniac is that he will do chores at night rather than go to bed. He is vacuuming right now as I type this.
10:10 11 yr old tries to clean up the paper mess on the table, when Miles runs over yelling “I not done my scissor game!”
10:15 The 24 hours ends very much like it began. Miles laying on the floor insisting he is not tired. My 11 yr old walking around looking for “something” he can neither describe or name.
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