It's 4:00 pm, arsenic hour, at the Flegal house. I am on the phone with my Mom venting my momentary frustration. I've had another long day. Andrew's 40 hour work week has turned into a 65+ hour work week. I can't remember when the kids last interacted with him. I wonder if he'll be home for bedtime. I'm not complaining (yet), just stating the facts.
To my Mother I say,
"Lottie and Henry have been pushing each others buttons all day!" And it's true. They tease and torment one another in a way that only tightly bonded siblings can. The sound of this conflict dissolves my sanity. I'd rather wake from the peaceful realm of slumber to the sounds of a hungry, demanding newborn than listen to them fight. To be fair, I haven't been on my best behavior either. Trying to organize and pack for an upcoming vacation, care for our baby, fulfill my church calling and potty train Lottie (which I can now deem a success!!!) while maintaining other parental duties left me drained. Patience was on short supply. Still on the phone with my Mom, I search for a remedy.
"We've been going to bed too late. I'm putting my kids to bed early tonight." I announce. Having spoken the thought, I feel relief. And then I get a text from Andrew.
"Do you want to take the kids bowling tonight?" My answer was immediate.
"YES!!!" Smothering the protests of the planner within and silencing the suggestion that sleep would probably be best, I dropped the plates of responsibility I'd delicately been trying to balance and got us ready to meet Andrew at Fat Cats.
Daddy reconnected with the family he works so hard to support.
Forrest slept in his car seat for much of the evening. He woke up at the end to catch a little piece of the bowling action.
Lottie asked to use the bathroom while we were there. It was her first public potty outing... definitely a milestone that I was thrilled she reached.