Today was my last day to work the consignment sale, thank goodness. It was an enjoyable morning, I must say. I got to be in charge of social media, taking pictures and posting them online, answering questions and generally making statements designed to encourage people to come to the sale. The hub was somewhere in a bunker at his job laughing at this. His computer illiterate wife in charge, for an hour, of social media. When the venue's wifi kicked her ipad off he network and wouldn't allow it back on, I was then hastily trained to work one of the "registers" so to speak. It was scary, but I survived three hours of it.
I have found that on Fridays, the children are tired and just done. The bickering and fighting started within five minutes of the three being together. A bit deflating as a parent when you want just one large block of time when they are loving and nice to each other. The attitutdes were in the toilet...homework was a battle to get done...hands could not stop hitting. Mother of the year, I am.
By the time the hub arrived home, I was heading to the corner for some thumb sucking-fetal position time. He made a decision about dinner, we ate and made preparations to relax for the evening. Then drama ensued which is too involved to go into at this point, but snowballed due to exhaustion. Needless to say, sitting on the couch watching Sugar Dome with your parents on a Friday night not the coolest thing for kids to do. But when they can barely keep their eyes open, we are not going to invest time and money in expensive activities when they'll either start fighting or conk out a third of the way through. Sorry, kids. You got stuck with the dud parents of the bunch.
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