Dinnertime at our house….

So, Ammon had to go meet someone tonight who was going to help him weld something on Jack. I get the joyous task of feeding dinner to three crazy children….mind you Annika was sleeping through all this and I was feeding them leftovers. 

This series of events lasted from 5:15-5:35pm:

5:15: Kevin whining because he wants water. I try and fill up his cup during which he knocks it out of my hand because he’s mad that I didn’t let him do it himself.

5:17: Kevin whining because he’s cold and wants a sweater, but not the one that Daddy got him before he left the house. I tell him nicely that if he’ll go get one from his room, I would be happy to help him put it on. He collapses on the ground, heartbroken and scream-cries until he forgets what he’s crying about and goes to play with Tasha. And by play I mean annoy; pushing his head into hers as she screams that he’s in her way.

5:19: I warm up their leftover pizza and put some yogurt on the plate, making sure they have exactly the same plate and serving sizes. Kevin throws a fit because I gave him the wrong one. 

5:21: I try to figure out what i can eat, attempting to choose from the other leftovers in the fridge. As I’m looking up recipes for non-dairy sauces I could make to go on my noodles, Kevin starts playing with his water and soaks his pants and ends up with yogurt all over his pizza. Tasha is also playing with her yogurt and picking apart her pizza till it no longer resembles anything I’d ever want to put in my mouth.

5:25: Tasha gets up to go potty. Kevin decides she’s been gone too long and goes to find her. I encourage him to keep eating and he continues to gargle his yogurt and spill water all over his plate, so I decide he’s all done and put his food on the counter. 

5:28:  Tasha is still going potty and informs me she threw some storybooks in the trash because Kevin peed on them. I had cleaned them but she didn’t know, so she takes them back out of the trash. She finally decides she’s done and informs me that her panties are wet, yet again. She goes upstairs to change.

5:29: Kevin goes potty and takes about 5 min to wash his hands and I catch him playing in the water. Tasha returns from her room with clean undies on and wants to wash her hands and as she enters the bathroom, Kevin shouts at her that she’s not allowed to wash her hands, pinches her, turns off the water and the light, leaving her crying in the dark. 

5:35: During all this time, I probably told Kevin 10-15 times to go get his underwear back on, but he’s still running around, sans-pants and undies.

And I am sighing……

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