I’m coming off the end of a very long school vacation week. I am literally counting the minutes until I don’t have to parent all four children by myself for two whole days. We haven’t left the house (ok, not true, Meg and Drew have gone outside to play and I shoveled the front step) all week and we’re all a bit stir crazy.
This week I have had to say the following to my kids:
Please clean up your room
Please don’t stand on the heat
Please don’t throw toys
Please don’t touch your sister’s poopy diaper
Please don’t walk on your sister with your boots on
Please ______ (fill in the blank with a child’s name) hug/kiss/apologize to your sister/brother for hitting/kicking/knocking down/throwing toys at said sister/brother
Please stop touching the computer
Please don’t touch Mama’s coffee
No you may not have candy for a snack
No, you just ate breakfast/lunch it’s not snack time yet
No, you are not allowed to play hockey in the house/run up and down the hallways/touch my computer
No, you cannot watch tv at 6:30 am
No, you cannot watch tv because you were rude to Mama/sister/brother/haven’t cleaned your room/just watched tv
School vacations are NOT my favorite. We have another one in exactly 8 weeks. Luckily Doug is supposed to be taking that vacation week off so I won’t be flying solo. Otherwise I might go completely off the deep end. I am teetering on the edge as I type. And there’s no chocolate in the house.