...have a tough start.
It's 8:45 am and I've been in the library with the kids for the past almost-ninety minutes, reading to them...something we usually all love. Before we went into the library, I made them homemade hot chocolate and poured that perfectly warmed brew into thermal mugs for each of them to enjoy while we were reading by turn the novels they'd received for Christmas. We're still all in pyjamas and I made sure that each of us had a warm, cozy blanket to wrap ourselves into while we read.
Sounds great doesn't it?
I thought so.
How could this be a tough start?
I really do try to give the kids a good start to the day, even on days (like today) when I'm sick and would rather be flat in bed.
But there's been non stop grumbling and complaining and shoving and interruption-after-interruption and whining and pleading and pouty lips and reasons-given-why-everything-in-life-is-unfair and I'm frankly sick of it. My patient facade was beginning to crumble around the edges.
So I just sent the kids back to bed. For fifteen minutes. Crying is allowed. Talking is not. I said that we were going to press the reset button on our day and that when we got back up we were going to enjoy a better start to the day.
I've never done this before. Maybe it's just my being sick that makes me less tolerant than on other days.
But something needed to shift. And I don't want to lose my mix with the kids as target.
If this doesn't work, I do believe I'll send us all back to bed again. And maybe then I'll just stay there.