Mr. Wonderful finally, got the opportunity to go to days at his work. Yay! This is something that we have been hoping and waiting for a very long time. While I am very happy that we are able to be a family once again during the week, it is going to take some time to re-adjust.
The first couple of days went smoothly enough, a honeymoon period, if you will. The kids were well rested, happy to have everyone home together and were willing to listen.
However, this soon gave way complete chaos and utter disarray. The fourth day, yes, it only took four days, brought a raining, gloomy day and sour, icky attitudes. Unfortunately, the attitude issues weren't limited to only the kids, it also blanketed Mr. Wonderful.
Why do I think this happened? Its pretty easy to figure out actually. Every time that Mr. Wonderful is able to be home at night, our bedtime routine flies out the window. This time, however, the bedtime routine got the boot three nights in a row.
Why is it that it seems so much easier for Daddy to allow kids to break the rules? Is it just my house, my husband, my kids? Why am I always the one who has to be 'sheriff'? The one to pull the kids back in line? The one to point out the fact to all of them, that 'we have bedtime for a reason'? I guess that is just one of the many joys of mommy-hood.
So, tonight, each of the kids went to bed a little earlier and we are looking forward to a calm tranquil morning...hey, I can dream can't I?
