But today felt a little more like chasing wild barracuda in a hurricane!
I knew my kids were tired after a late night adventure the night before, and I knew Rider was potentially coming down with a cold. But I wasn't prepared for the naughtiness and chaos that unleashed on my poor unsuspecting neighbors. When some neighborhood moms offered a warm seat in the sun to chat for a moment before getting kids home for naps - I obliged. Poor ladies, I'm sorry to have unleashed my boys on you.
I feel like I have a pretty good system down at home and the kids know the rules, they know what's expected of them and for the most part they behave like normal 4 and 2 year olds. Not to mention that we have a time out spot and "system" in place at home, but I swear they go berzerk as soon as we leave the house!
Suddenly all three kids (including my very capable of sharing 4 year old) could not share or take turns if their lives depended on it. Layla reverted back to an 18 month old of screaming, pouting, and whining. Owen would.not.stop climbing on top of his siblings in order to force himself in the little people car, of which was not big enough for two kids. And Rider whined the entire time until he pooped his pants. Suuuuper.
I decided to corral them into the car one by one in an attempt to get outta dodge as soon as possible. That backfired. Rider was all over the front seat - hazard lights on, windshield wipers full blast dumping baggies of goldfish crackers in every nook and cranny available. Owen went kicking and screaming (and head butting... seriously never put your face near his when he's in a mood) into the car, and once there, poured diet coke all over the seats. Double suuuuuper.
They make me afraid to leave the house sometimes because they have the potential to be award winningly sweet or mind blowingly naughty and I never know what I'm going to get. Would someone please invent a barometer to predict the behavior of my children? Thanks. I'll pay you in lifetime supply of dirty diet cokes.
