Witching Hour

For the last couple of weeks, supper hour is a stressful time in our house. Jason is typically miserable. Trying to get supper ready is nerve racking because I have him right at my feet crying to get up & when you are working around a hot stove that is not always possible. Since their daycare is right around the corner from our house I started coming home first to get the main things done before I pick them up. I may be picking them up later that way, but the time that I have with them is more quality time because I am not working away in the kitchen. Of course, if I get out of work late that really isn't an option because I don't like to pick them up any later than 5pm.

Once dinner is on the table, the drama continues. Jason doesn't want to sit by himself in his seat, he wants in my lap. If I am still eating my dinner, I refuse to comply with his request but the crying is really exhausting. Sometimes he gives in & realizes he is not going to get his way, but other nights it continues too long & I give in because I just don't have the energy to enforce "the lesson" any longer. Aren't girls supposed to be the drama queens???

You would think that Friday would have been much better since I was home all day, right? Not so. Jason was demanding through supper-prep & I remembered what I did with Sydney when she was his age. She would sit on the counter with me while I got things ready. Again a much easier thing with her than with him. The whole time I was trying to get him to leave the toaster oven alone, or the thermometer, or to keep him out of the sink. I gave in on the sink, because it was keeping him occupied & with me right beside him he wasn't going to get hurt. Getting wet was the least of our worries.


Poor Brad when he came home. Jason wanted nothing to do with him, Sydney wanted me to put her to bed & even Logan wouldn't sit with him after all the kids went to bed.