I didn’t have a very good parenting day today. Too much yelling. This happens when I get really tired, and well, I’m really tired. It seems like it will never end with the night waking and games of musical beds we play around here.
Zoe from her bed to my bed.
Me from my bed to Claire’s bed, then to Rachel’s bed, then hopefully back to my bed at some point.
Christian from our bed to….wait he never leaves.
(He does get woken up and usually deals with our asshole cats, but the musical beds mostly falls on me.)
So blah blah blah, I’m tired. Let’s think of happy things now.
My big girls turned 5 last week. FIVE. Now, all of the sudden they’re big kids? Having conversations and such? Starting kindergarten in the fall? GAH.
We went to the Zilker Botanical Gardens to view the Faerie House Trail last week. Now I don’t readily take all 3 of them very many places, but I was feeling brave, plus I had talked it up quite a bit, and they were excited. Excitement to do something usually equals behavior. This fit right in with a recent fairy obsession for Claire and Zoe, and an inexplicable bat costume obsession for Rachel. This girl. She makes me smile.
I thought the fairy houses, although small, would be relatively easy to see from the main entrance to the gardens, but we walked practically the entire park before I decided to head back to the gift shop and ask for directions. Despite starting off gung ho about fairy house hunting, by that time everyone was feeling defeated and pouty. It didn’t help that the gift shop attendant drew us to the complete wrong location on the map, but a lady in a golf cart happened by and used her powers of elimination and fairy costume knowledge to see we were lost and pointed us in the right direction as my girls desperately tried to take over her vehicle like some sort of alien preschooler invasion. Long story short, we found the fairy houses mere seconds before everyone, myself included, started to lose their shit. Then all was merry and bright until I realized I had lost my purse. True story. Luckily fairies are very trustworthy. Little old ladies in the gift shop, not so much.
Fun at the Renaissance Festival: How many kids CAN you fit on a BOB stroller?
What have you been up to?