Have had a relatively good day considering I had no plan other than the Y at some point. I really don't like days where I have nothing going on or no place to be. I tend to lay around the house and mope. I cleaned the basement this morning, did two loads of laundry, kept the kitchen cleaned and the sink shined, vacuumed the kitchen and under the dining table, picked up stray toys, cleaned an insane amount of dirty diapers and pull-ups. I crashed on the couch for 1/2 hour after lunch while Nolan did who knows what downstairs. He came up to go pee and for some reason pulled on the top of the toilet tank...those covers are seriously dangerous. It didn't fall on him but made him cry, which woke Avrie up very prematurely from her nap. Got to the Y by 3:15, had just gotten in the shower and soaped up my hair (yes, I just went for a shower...not to workout) when I hear "Shannon to Kidstuff" over the intercom. So I blew through what was supposed to be a looonnngggg hot shower in record time and get to Kidstuff with sopping wet hair. "Did you page me"? "No". I guess "Cheri to Kidstuff" sounds a lot like they want me when I've got my head under water. So, now what am I going to do? I went up and biked for 15 minutes and then got the kids. Now my day takes a very sharp turn for the worse.
Nolan sees peppermint candies on the counter that are NOT for the kids. They are an incentive for guests to take a survey. He wants one. I tell him "No", heaven forbid. Huge screaming fit all the way to the truck. I put Avrie in her carseat and turn to get him and he hits me in the face. My first reaction was to instantly slap him in the face. Which made him furious. He kicked and hit the back of my seat all the way home. He had settled down by the time we parked in the garage. We get two steps in the door and the kids start fighting. The hitting and kicking kind. The tackling and headlock kind. I'm expecting Evan home at 5 and call at 4:50 to see where he is and he hasn't left yet because of the snow. I royally chew him out for no good reason at all. Then I go find the kids' valentine stash that they've long forgotten about.
We're eating and going to bed. Even if it is only 6:00.
I want a date and I want to be wooed. And I want it to be HIS idea. How much more subtle can a girl get?