Right now, I’m hiding in my office upstairs having had enough of the kids this afternoon. Dinner is, for some reason, especially hard tonight with the boys acting grumpy and refusing to eat, pounding their silverware on the table, and other annoying misbehavior.
Growing up in a rather strict household, dinner rules were enforced and the chaos that reigns at our table (C tells me only when I’m there) really pushes me over the edge sometimes.
C and I are in a tough spot regarding discipline right now, not on the same page and dealing with some kind of developmental delay on W’s part so we’re not really sure the best way to get through to him. Since we only really talk on Sunday evenings, we haven’t had much time to come up with a plan yet.
And in the meantime, the dinnertime shenanigans go unpunished.
So after a few failed attempts at bringing the chaos under control, I picked up my dinner and went upstairs.
C’s had about a 1/2 bottle of wine, maybe more at this point, so he’s got a bit of a buffer. Maybe it’s the poor sleep from last night, but I feel like my usual buffer is thinner today.
But none of that matters really. At some point, I’m going to need to go back down and deal.
Otherwise, I’m percolating along…