Our day kind of fell apart after dinner.
I wish I could rewind it.
I lost my temper with the boys (they did deserve it, but I could have handled it better) and I hate it when the hours and minutes before bedtime are stressful and difficult instead of peaceful and loving.
Scott is working late tonight. I knew that ahead of time. Jordan's swim teacher is on vacation, and the only lesson I could get with the woman he recommended we work with while he is gone was today at 2:20. Right in the middle of Ethan's nap time. Jordan was amazing all morning. Even graciously gave Ethan "the blue cup" at breakfast (if only you knew how they argue over who gets the blue cup every day! We alternate but still it becomes an ordeal! I can't give them both the blue cup or we never remember which drink belongs to which kid!) Anyway, Jordan was polite, helpful, funny, and wonderful. The very best version of himself. I adore him. Ethan and I got errands done without too much hassle, and got home early enough to play a game of Zingo before we got Jordan at school (Ethan LOVES Zingo.) My carefully orchestrated after-school schedule for today played out without a hitch. We got to swimming early, Jordan did great, and we went to the Spectrum for a special treat snack (Wetzel's Pretzels).
We got home and I let the boys watch a little tv while I made dinner. I went to let Lucy out, only to discover she had thrown up all over my room. This happens from time to time, and we can't figure out why. Even the vet doesn't know what is going on, since her exams and tests always show that she is in great health. It was a huge annoyance, but I got it cleaned up and was able to make a quick dinner for the boys. After dinner, they completely fell apart. I don't know if it was Ethan's lack of a nap or Jordan's long day, but all of a sudden there was screaming and kicking each other and hammering the walls with the toy hammer and defiance and rudeness (towards me) and it basically ended with both of them losing story time for the night (we read to them every.single.night before bed) and me announcing that I wished I was the one who was working late tonight. That last part is what I'm really not proud of. (It was true, but I shouldn't have said it to them.)
When I put them each to bed, I told them I loved them and that I hoped tomorrow would be a better day. I let them know how sad I was that their behavior caused the loss of story time and that I hoped that tomorrow we could read together. I gave them hugs, kisses, and cuddles, and tucked them in. I really do adore them, and it makes me so sad to end the day with them like that. It also makes me wish that I could find just a little more patience at the end of a long day. I feel like there are many nights when I promise myself that the next day, I will do better. I will be kinder, more patient, find more joy in the imperfections of daily life. So tonight I promise myself the same thing. I promise THEM the same thing.