Evening madness

I arrived home late this evening and both Etienne and I have had a hectic week at work so far. I think the kids picked up on it, even though we don’t talk about work or snap at the kids (that we know of).

They put us through the wringer between supper and bedtime, we are still reeling.

Point in case:

Wednesday nights are fish nights. Every single Wednesday night there is a massive drama and crying (I HAAATTTEEE FISH!!) and the odd time-out until they simmer down and actually take a bite and they declare it delicious. We roll our eyes Every Single Time. I just need to add that the drama is usually caused by one of the girls, Daniel will eat roadkill if you dress it up as salad.

But tonight was a hell all by itself. We dish up the fish. Isabel starts sobbing, she’s not eating fish. She hates fish. We ignore. She carries on. We say, have you tried it yet? Yes, she says, sobbing her heart out. (she hadn’t even sniffed it) Fast forward to our 1-2-3-time out count and off she goes.

Cue 4 minutes of silence with the faraway sounds of a pissed off child in the bathroom.

Isabel comes back to the table.

Mignon pushes her food around the plate, we ask Please try some of your fish. NO! she cries and shoves her plate away, placemat and all. Like we have just suggested she eat some 3 week old brown bananas that have been sitting in the fruit bowl.

Rinse and repeat of Isabel’s episode, sans the trip to the bathroom, as she simmered down at 1-2. But the tears didn’t end. We eventually compromised on more butternut and 2 bites of fish.

Bedtime was a whole other story, I ended up reading to Mignon by herself as she was completely inconsolable. I think they are feeling the pinch with lack of attention at the moment, my babies.

As a side-bar: You know what’s the weirdest thing I only realised when silence descended?
We don’t get pissed off, we don’t get emotional. We stick together and we back each other up. But fark it’s hard work. So much for not wanting to drink at all this week.

Here is Mignon in all her sad glory:


My week so far

It’s official: I’m going to Mommy Hell.

But I’m hoping I’ll be able to catch up on some sleep when I get there. I calculated this morning that I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in almost 3 weeks.

Week 1 is a long story, let’s just leave it at I was really pissed off for a whole week. Last week it was coming down from being pissed off and overtired and stressed out. This week, well, this week has been just friggin special.

Isabel started with a fever on Friday evening which ended in antibiotics on Monday. We left her with my Mom for the day.

Then Daniel started on Tuesday night, a set of AB’s for him yesterday. He did half-day at home with our domestic lady and the avie with my In-Laws (who couldn’t figure out how to take his temp and offered to give him Panado. The tablet)

THEN Mignon started with a temp last night and spent the day in bed with my Mom as she now has their bug. She now also has her very own bottle of AB’s.

Tomorrow the kids have a school outing that my Mom was going to take them to as both Etienne and I absolutely cannot take any more time off work.

And now my Mom is sick. Which means we have to farm the kids out to friends and teachers to be taken care of on the outing. It goes against every single one of my parenting principles to let someone else take my kids on a school outing, but I really don’t have a choice at the moment.

So kids: please forgive me. I know it sucks.


Ps: I checked the weather, no rain tomorrow, so the outing will be on.
Pps: Best everyone gets well, Mommy and Daddy need some R&R. Pretty please.