It was bound to happen...
Yesterday was definitely one of "those" days.
I woke up with a pounding headache that did not subside - the drums getting louder and louder with every minute. Still, I struggled through it, got my stuff ready, and bundled the kids in the car for daycare. Although daycare drop-off went well, I wasn't. I did not make it to the train station but instead turned around and headed back home - barely making it through the door before being sick in a wave of nausea.
Needless to say, I spent the entire day either asleep, in darkness, or laying down. Luckily, I was feeling pretty close to normal by the time I had to go pick up the kids again.
The rest of the evening went rather well with the kids playing and well-behaving. After a fun bath the rest of the bedtime was routine and once Charlize started getting really tired, I did what I always do. I left them alone in Kyle's room to continue playing while I ran downstairs to get her milk. This routine has never changed because they really DO play well together (or at least in the same room when they don't feel like sharing) and are good.
Not last night. Nope. As I got to the bottom of the stairs and started walking towards the kitchen, I heard a VERY loud boom and crash followed by hysterical screaming. I immediately think that one or the other has tried to climb a chair and fallen off. I dart upstairs to walk in on Charlize crying in the corner, Kyle crying in the middle of the room, surrounded by broken glass everywhere. Charlize had decided to grab hold of the lamp and down it came, crashing into the box of legos and shattering.
I scooped them both up and put them in Charlize's room, telling them to play there and not move. I then ran downstairs to get the heavy-duty vacuum and raced back up. The stairway gate was closed and they both stayed in the hallway crying as I spent the next half-hour picking up the bigger pieces and vacuuming up the smaller splinters in the carpet!! Charlize is at the age where she's somewhat scared of vacuums so it was somewhat stressful trying to clean up thoroughly while getting them to calm down and/or play in her room.
phew. We've said it before how Charlize seems to do and get into all sorts of trouble that Kyle never did, and this was definitely another reminder of it. Again, there's a reason I call her "Madame Touche-tout". Kyle's curiosity was almost always height-based (he'd try to climb everything). Hers on the other hand, seems to just be about touching everything in sight!!
Ah, the joys of parenting...
I woke up with a pounding headache that did not subside - the drums getting louder and louder with every minute. Still, I struggled through it, got my stuff ready, and bundled the kids in the car for daycare. Although daycare drop-off went well, I wasn't. I did not make it to the train station but instead turned around and headed back home - barely making it through the door before being sick in a wave of nausea.
Needless to say, I spent the entire day either asleep, in darkness, or laying down. Luckily, I was feeling pretty close to normal by the time I had to go pick up the kids again.
The rest of the evening went rather well with the kids playing and well-behaving. After a fun bath the rest of the bedtime was routine and once Charlize started getting really tired, I did what I always do. I left them alone in Kyle's room to continue playing while I ran downstairs to get her milk. This routine has never changed because they really DO play well together (or at least in the same room when they don't feel like sharing) and are good.
Not last night. Nope. As I got to the bottom of the stairs and started walking towards the kitchen, I heard a VERY loud boom and crash followed by hysterical screaming. I immediately think that one or the other has tried to climb a chair and fallen off. I dart upstairs to walk in on Charlize crying in the corner, Kyle crying in the middle of the room, surrounded by broken glass everywhere. Charlize had decided to grab hold of the lamp and down it came, crashing into the box of legos and shattering.
I scooped them both up and put them in Charlize's room, telling them to play there and not move. I then ran downstairs to get the heavy-duty vacuum and raced back up. The stairway gate was closed and they both stayed in the hallway crying as I spent the next half-hour picking up the bigger pieces and vacuuming up the smaller splinters in the carpet!! Charlize is at the age where she's somewhat scared of vacuums so it was somewhat stressful trying to clean up thoroughly while getting them to calm down and/or play in her room.
phew. We've said it before how Charlize seems to do and get into all sorts of trouble that Kyle never did, and this was definitely another reminder of it. Again, there's a reason I call her "Madame Touche-tout". Kyle's curiosity was almost always height-based (he'd try to climb everything). Hers on the other hand, seems to just be about touching everything in sight!!
Ah, the joys of parenting...