I opened the windows. Smelled fresh cut grass. Let the wind blow out all the funk from the winter months. It felt so good.
The kids played outside in the sandbox (in direct disobedience to what I'd said. But whatever. They were outside.) I got some stuff cleaned up in the dining room. Then they wanted to come inside.
It's 75 beauteous degrees outside. It's sunny. We're not having hurricane force winds. So, no. No, you may not come inside.
*whine whine whine*
"bee bee bee bee bee!!!!!"
Followed by Sarah flinging herself bodily against the screen door until I can wrench it open to grab her, search her, pat her down, to find the bee, the wasp, the hordes of stinging insects that are attacking my baby's body!!
What I find? Is an ant. AN ANT. On her finger. That may or may not had wings. I wiped her tears, managed to not laugh directly in front of her, and then yes, I locked that screen door and kept them outside. What?
Later. Violet has joined us. We've had some fun, and now, guess what? The whining has started again. I lock the door. It's still 75. It's 6:00 and still light outside. Havent' you been whining about wanting this, and now you have it and .. .??
At some point I realized that my children were on my deck, in my backyard, which is a corner lot and not fenced. Just in view of like, the entire world, and my kids were there, yelling to me inside my house.
"Can we come in now?"
While I yelled back, "NO! Stay.outside!"
That can't look good.
So I brought them inside. I made dinner, Violet finished her homework, Sarah and John ran around like loons.
And just now?
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John, at the top of the stairs, yelling, "Mooommy, I can't sleep!"
So I yelled back, "Yes, yes you can!"
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More whining followed. Drinks were needed. Stink bugs were found and killed. Blankets were rearranged prettily. More drinks (and not by me. So wrong.) were had. Finally, everyone was back in bed. And then.
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"Mooommmy, I can't sleeeeppp."
"I dooonnn't care!"
And the windows are open.