Today was like any other day lately…submerged neck deep in 3-year-old drama – double time. If one isn’t throwing a fit because they can’t color with marker on the dining room walls, then the other has started to throw themselves into a yelling fit because they can’t use the monster truck as a weapon. Anything can set the unpredictable fits off; no cookies for breakfast, putting on shoes too fast, not having the right jacket clean, they want it zipped up and then it isn’t zipped up far enough. I am sure any caregiver of a 2-3.5 year old knows that you are in constant hostile negotiations over just about everything and you have to be a redirecting guru to manage meltdown after meltdown from your beautiful, sweet, miraculous toddler.
Toddler meltdown of course came with a side of work overload, 6 loads of laundry, conference calls with attorneys, and a lack of sleep. So my sweet husband decides to take us out to dinner as a way to just get out and do something a bit different. Off we go and as we get into the car one of our beautiful, sweet miraculous toddlers decides he wants a hug. We are all buckled and I say, “We are already all buckled, we have to get going I will give you a hug when we get to the restaurant.” To which shoes get kicked off and screaming ensues. For the 15 minute drive to the restaurant we hear constant crying and screaming. That was just the beginning. Through dinner husband and I muse to each other that we can’ t have more than two kids happy at a time and then wonder if going out to dinner with four kids under 9 was a good idea to begin with. We are packing up and receive the check defeated and tired and you know what?! Tuesdays kids eat free. BEST DAY EVER!!