One of those days.

This has been a very, very long day. But up until about 5 pm I was under the impression that it was just a very, um, shall we say interactive day. I've been reading about how to maximize my babies' brain growth to ensure they will be geniuses; and it more or less requires that they get a lot of attention. Lots of play, singing, reading, etc. So today I vowed anew to engage with my children as much as possible. After all, I am staying home with them for just this reason; I have dedicated these five, or so, years to raising them with all that I have to offer. Turns out this is very exhausting for the mom and very energizing for the children.

Egads! How could this be? Why are we all not pleasantly worn out and ready for bed at a reasonable, if not early time? I have spent 90% of my day building with legos, playing with toy cars, reading, singing, dancing, crawling around on the floor, being crawled over and climbed on. I am so tired I could collapse or cry; it is very possible that I will do both in the very near future. But Sassy and Handsome are wired like they've been mainlining espresso all day long. Sassy should have been in bed 59 minutes ago, but she keeps running out here like she's got wheels in her feet or something. She's super cheery and has a big smirk on her face, like this is the best game of all. Bedtime, yeah right! At one point I decided to give her a choice, bed or time out and she simply said "okay!" and ran to her time out stool. A few times since then she has run out of her room and straight to her time out stool. I would be fine just letting her sit there until she fell asleep, but Husband is a bit more by the book than I am and will continue to carry her back to bed until he has to leave for work tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, Handsome is uninterested in dinner and is instead happily playing with his cars on the floor. Most nights they both would be sound asleep by now!

Maybe this is really about Cinco de Mayo. Maybe they just want to party like everybody else. Whatever it is, I give up now. Husband can take it from here. I'm having a glass of wine, it is Cinco de Mayo after all.

Cheers,
Mama T