One of Those Days

There are days when my children wake up, get dressed (and change their underwear), make their bed, brush their teeth (and not the sink), and play ... quietly ... together, or not together.
Either way they are quiet, and playing, and not picking on anyone.

There are days when they are playing so well together, or not together, but quietly, that I do not want to interrupt them. Interrupt them to say that breakfast is ready, or they need to get dressed, or clean up their rooms.

I am content letting them play, as long as they continue to play quietly, together or not.

Today was not one of those days. Today I had no problems sending them to their rooms to dress and clean as soon as breakfast was finished. Today is a day when I kicked them outside mid-afternoon because I couldn't take their noise, the flying pillows, flying toys, and flying children any more. I feel slightly bad sending them outside in 90 degrees humid heat, with absolutely no shade outside.

We don't have trees in our yard. Well, we do have one very small, very sad looking dogwood. However, the sad looking dogwood has no leaves, hence the sad looking part.

I will call them in soon. We will head to the library, then the store, and maybe out for ice cream ... ice cream sounds like a good bribe. I am not above bribing my children, plus the ice cream is free.

But first I need to finish my cup of coffee, in peace.

Because, today was one of those days. One of those days when a child decides to slide down the stairs. Slide down the stairs while riding in their laundry basket. And, your second child is at the top lining up his laundry basket for a ride down.

It has been one of those days.