I took the boys to another twins birthday party, and the mom is in my MOM's club. My boys were the youngest children there, and it was quite confusing keeping track of them. They had a lot of activities for the kids, and most of them were not age appropriate for the boys. Being there alone with the 2 was also challenging. I don't know why I always think I can do these things by myself, but I do try. By the time we got home, it was dinner time and I had no clue what to make for dinner. I remember when I used to complain about the baby food they ate, ahhhh to have those days again. So I decided to make a frittata for dinner, it had potatoes, onions, cheese and broccoli in it. I thought it was great... the boys.... not so much. They managed to pick through the thing and bypass anything that was remotely healthy for them. I guess they think their bodies might reject it or something. So dinner last night was pretty much a bust, and they both woke up this morning wanting to eat. "eat eat" is how they let me know they are hungry. And that is all I heard on the way to daycare today. Thank god they had breakfast waiting on them.
Today was one of those very unproductive days at work, I was waiting for information from everyone else, and no matter how many times I "tickled" them for it, nothing came through. And since my time is limited there, I think I am going to start taking the sick days that I have earned. I have about 10 days left, and I won't get paid for them when I leave so I am going to start taking them. I do have 19 days of vacation they will have to pay me for.
I haven't heard from E today, he is driving his way to NY right now from Chicago. The fact I have not heard from him is a good thing. It means he is not over analyzing things. He does that a lot, which makes me nuts!
The boys had a decent dinner tonight, mac and cheese, not the boxed kind, but the real kind. We had our parent/child therapy today, and I am finding it very challenging to follow the rules, as they have put them out there for me. I usually say "good job" for everything, and was told I need to give more labeled praise. Now that I am aware of it, I say good job, like I am saying hello... I say it all the time! No wonder they could care less when I say it. Learning, learning, learning!
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