After naps I still hadn't taken the two packages that needed mailing to the post office. I had all Three, Craig--working. So, against all my body was telling me, I exerted the effort to load up the three kids and all that this loading entails. We get to the post office, I unload Mr. Double Stroller, unload the girls, load up the girls in said stroller. Seth follows. While I mail the boxes the kids attempt to thwart their boredom by poking and prodding each other. We make it out and back into the car for one more stop for a Goodwill drop off. Then home. I prepared scrambled eggs, strawberries, and babybel cheese wheels while the two bathed. Scrubbed and jammied they sit up to eat.
With a since-three-o'clock-headache I stir formula, rice cereal and pears together for a Hazel meal and spoon it down while, for the third time, asking S and L to stop smooshing their strawberries with their forks on the table or I will throw away the strawberries. Smooshing does not subside. Strawberries in the trash. Apathy from Lucy, tears of distress from Seth. Eat your eggs, Seth. "No". Sweeps plate along with said eggs off into the air. Seth is subsequently swept off to bed with cries of 'I'm still hungry!'. Lucy finishes, then scooped into her crib. No teeth brushed, no stories read, no prayers, no kisses.
Back into the kitchen strewn with egg remnants and silence, I am greeted with Hazel's smile which seemed to say, "You did what you had to do, Mom, I totally understand under the circumstances." An astute young lady and a much needed encouragement after a dinner that did much discouraging. Head still aches. Seth yelling now, having accepted the fact that he really IS going to bed, "YOU HAVE TO TUCK ME IN!" I take the tucking task as an opportunity to "make up" with my sweet son who, unfortunately/fortunately has inherited my passion. Passion can break or bind. We've recently decided in our family, that we will use it to bind. Okay, so one kiss was given tonight-to Seth. Jammies on Hazel, remaining bottle chugged. Burps, tickles and giggles on my lap. Off to bed.
Thank goodness for the people who held the TWO doors into and out of the post office for the four of us and our double-wide and the automated package mailing machine that saved us a wait in line---or this could have been a REALLY disastrous evening for Me and the Three.