Joey had a half day from school yesterday, is off today for parent-teacher conferences and again tomorrow for Veteran’s Day. I have conflicting emotions when the kids are home from school. On the one hand, there’s no morning rush, no fighting to get kids up and dressed and out the door. On the other hand, on a day like today, where it’s cloudy, foggy, and drizzly and we’re stuck inside, it’s another battle all together to keep them entertained without watching all day TV or playing video games and fighting with each other.
“Mom! He won’t stop looking at me!”
“Mom! He’s chewing loud on purpose!”
“Mom! He breathed on me!”
“Mom! She drew on my face with two markers!”
All this by 8:30am.
What’s worse is that I’m sick. I know, I know. I’m not allowed to be sick, but I am. I have some sort of respiratory funk that prevents any breathing through my nose, lots of coughing, and virtually no sleep. *Cue the violins*
So instead of getting out the arts and crafts, reading books, or going to a museum, I’m ready to curl up on the couch and let the kids rot their brains with hours of Netflix and/or Wii today.
First I asked them to be good. Then I tried making them feel bad.
“Kids, Mommy is feeling really sick. You know how you guys were feeling bad? Well, now I’m sick too, so can you please be good for Mommy? It will help me feel better.”
That worked for about 3 minutes and 37 seconds.
“Susan! I want to play with them too! They said no to me!” (Did I mention I’m on day three of my daughter calling me by my first name?)
At one point, after Jake threw a Transformer down the steps, hitting Joey in the back and nearly causing him to fall, I just cried out in a raspy voice, “What the hell do I have to do today to make you kids be good for more than 10 minutes?!”
Then silence for a few minutes before the boys went upstairs to play and I returned to watching Toy Story 2 for the second time today with Cecilia.
A few minutes later the boys came back downstairs and handed me a piece of yellow paper. They were both smiling, looking very proud of themselves and for a moment I felt really bad for losing my temper as they had clearly drawn me a picture to make me feel better. Perhaps it was a ‘Get Well Soon’ card. What sweet boys I had, I thought, as I smiled and read the note:
So there you have it. I’ll be bribing them with movies, video games and candy while I nurse myself back to life on the couch today.
Feel free to vote for me for Mother of the Year, clearly, I’ve got it in the bag for 2011.
What kinds of bribery have you resorted to when you were sick, busy or having “one of those days?” Leave me a comment!