1. Got the twins at daycare, and was putting them in the car. Riley got a hold of my keys. He did not want to give them back. "Hold Mama keys? Hold mama keys?" he plaintively queried. Perfectionist me would have said, "No, it's time to go, Mama needs her keys," and taken them away, causing a Ri-Meltdown. Me sans shell said, "Mama needs her keys. Would you like to hold a penny?" This idea was rejected. Hmmm. Then I thought to myself, "We don't need to be at the restaurant for 30 minutes. Why not just let the kid hold the keys for a while?" So I said, "Let me know when you're ready to go, Ri-Man," and we just hung out in the parking lot at daycare, chatting and singing while Riley did a thorough inspection of the keys. Lo and behold, after ten minutes, he said, "Mama, all done keys," and handed them back. And off we went. So much better for everyone!
2. I totally set aside my cares about what the kids ate at dinner. And guess what? They ate great. Chips, salsa, avocado slices, cheese quesadilla, and some fruit leather from my purse. An anonymous commenter remarked on my last post that many of my issues around what I do v. what I'd like to do center on food with the kids. It's true. I truly believe that it's my choice to offer the kids food and their job to determine what/how much of it to eat. (Hello, Ellyn Satter!) But it's hard for me to really implement that. I am convinced that it's genetic for mothers to want their kids to eat a variety of foods and to eat well. Knowing I need to let it go and actually doing it are two very different things, but I'm making progress.
3. I did not become uptight and nervous when 7:00 p.m. rolled around and we were just leaving the restaurant. I can be, um, a little rigid about schedules, especially the kids' bedtime schedule, and 7:00 usually when we're reading stories and getting ready to turn out the light. But hey, we were having fun and I decided to roll with it. Me! I rolled with it! Amazing. The kids ended up not getting into bed until nearly 8:00 p.m., and guess what? We all survived and they even "slept in," meaning that Ri-Man didn't wake up until almost 7:00 a.m.
My margarita was fantastic, and the kids loved, loved, loved the music. After every song, they would clap and clap and request, "More, please? More, please?" They were so entertained that my friends and I were even able to enjoy a decent amount of real grown-up conversation. All-in-all, it was a super evening and I'm looking forward to doing it again sometime.
Here's the pisser: I get to bed, the kids are sleeping, I'm sleeping and all of a sudden I wake up to the sound of a car horn honking repeatedly. Someone's car alarm was going off, and it was someone nearby. I'm not sure how long it went on, but it seemed like forever. Luckily, it did not wake the kids. But then I was wide awake. I finally drop back off, and it goes off again, about an hour after the first time. Ugh. This happened, oh, four or five times at hourly intervals. After the third time, I was about ready to put on my shoes, go find the offender, and bang on his or her door. But I was too lazy. So instead I will just complain about it here. Needless to say, I'm a little tired today.