Today was an interesting day. It started with me alone with all 7 kids. My wife had a mom's day out with a family friend ( a belated birthday present) and I was left with the daunting task of taking care of the homestead, and all that that encompasses.
So, first thing's first, I made dinner. And the Pizza hut pizza was exquisite. We watched "Igor", a computer animated tail of a young hunchback who dreams of being a real scientist. Then, it was time for bed.
Now, so far, it sounds boring and uneventful. And, it was...You see, at my house, that does NOT happen!!! Bedtime is a ritual filled with torture and gnashing of teeth. Two of my kids, the autistic ones, HAVE to be medicated for sleep. (We have tried without once, and Mr Tobey pulled a 36 hour shift.)
Then it's time for the pjs, the running, the yelling, the fighting, the food frenzy, and ultimately, the crying (done by me). Truthfully, I think I would have an easier time running with the bulls...but this night was different.
I titled this entry "Toblerone" for a reason. That is the nickname my son's pre k teacher (Kate Sullivan, greatest teacher in the world) gave him. Long for Tobey. And, in our house, Tobey is the measuring stick.
We base everything we do on whether Tobey and Edwin can handle the situation. For instance, we are driving down to Disneyland ( or is it world? in Florida? I can never get the two straight). Why? Because the boys cannot handle waiting in line for check in, sitting on the tarmac, flying on the plane, or anything that involves them staying still for two seconds. They both also have ADHD, which doesn't help. However, for some reason, Mr Tobey LOVES riding in the car. He would do it all day and night if you let him. In fact, he is the best kid we have in the car...While the others skillfully and purposely plot and attempt each other's and our murder, he sits quietly, looking out the window, enjoying the ride.
Sometimes, I wonder if we couldn't all take a lesson from him. Sometimes, it's the trip, NOT the destination.
I love Toblerone...
So, first thing's first, I made dinner. And the Pizza hut pizza was exquisite. We watched "Igor", a computer animated tail of a young hunchback who dreams of being a real scientist. Then, it was time for bed.
Now, so far, it sounds boring and uneventful. And, it was...You see, at my house, that does NOT happen!!! Bedtime is a ritual filled with torture and gnashing of teeth. Two of my kids, the autistic ones, HAVE to be medicated for sleep. (We have tried without once, and Mr Tobey pulled a 36 hour shift.)
Then it's time for the pjs, the running, the yelling, the fighting, the food frenzy, and ultimately, the crying (done by me). Truthfully, I think I would have an easier time running with the bulls...but this night was different.
I titled this entry "Toblerone" for a reason. That is the nickname my son's pre k teacher (Kate Sullivan, greatest teacher in the world) gave him. Long for Tobey. And, in our house, Tobey is the measuring stick.
We base everything we do on whether Tobey and Edwin can handle the situation. For instance, we are driving down to Disneyland ( or is it world? in Florida? I can never get the two straight). Why? Because the boys cannot handle waiting in line for check in, sitting on the tarmac, flying on the plane, or anything that involves them staying still for two seconds. They both also have ADHD, which doesn't help. However, for some reason, Mr Tobey LOVES riding in the car. He would do it all day and night if you let him. In fact, he is the best kid we have in the car...While the others skillfully and purposely plot and attempt each other's and our murder, he sits quietly, looking out the window, enjoying the ride.
Sometimes, I wonder if we couldn't all take a lesson from him. Sometimes, it's the trip, NOT the destination.
I love Toblerone...
