We've got it. Or had it, I should say. Today mama reached her breaking point. I pulled up my big girl panties, threw a container of Purell in the diaper bag, and took the kids to open gym, germs be damned.
Three hours of screaming, running, throwing stuff, and riding tricycles in a gymnasium, while I sat at a table with a bunch of mom friends drinking coffee. It. Was. Awesome. Restored sanity. Exhausted kids. Worth any communicable disease we happen to catch there.
After our morning of energy burn off, my children took a glorious nap. The stars aligned, and my husband got home at like 5:15, so we could actually all have a family dinner at the same time. We decided to take everyone out to Free State, where we enjoyed a lovely dinner where my kids ate THEIR WHOLE DINNER quietly. There were zero leftovers. John and I got to linger and talk over a beer. We took the kids for ice cream, and they were ecstatic. Then, we hopped down Mass St. to our cars, came home, got a bath, and are now all watching a quick cartoon before bedtime.
If only I could guarantee Sam would sleep all night, this would be a perfect day. Perfect.
Apparently I need to get out more with my kids. Cooping them up at home makes them as crazy as it makes me.