36 Hours, Redoing Day One

The Dad has been gone 36 hours. I successfully navigated Day 1 all over again. The girls had a half day of school. We went out to lunch, to the party store, and made goody bags. Hope’s 6th birthday party is Saturday. The Dad booked The Little Gym  Saturday at 2:30, then bought a plane ticket to Michigan. I haven’t spoken to him without the girls around, so I am not sure how Michigan is going.

After doing goody bags, the girls tried to watch a movie, but GB ended up in tears multiple times. I turned it off and made each of them unhappy. They recouped in time for the three of us to make pizza together for dinner. They called The Dad and now they are in bed- GB asleep, Hope talking to herself about how mean I am. I am not saying a word!

Almost There…

I have almost made the day. Both girls are in bed. As soon as Hope stops screaming, I am in bed and to sleep. GB went to play with a friend. Alone. Without Hope. Hope was not happy. She  suddenly *forgot* where toys were kept, how to put her slip-on shoes on, where the toilet was (twice), and the no-touch-the- animals rule. By the time we ate dinner, Hope had no privileges left. After dinner, I told her to get her pajamas on. That started a full blown tantrum. I managed to get her pajamas on and put her on her bed. She started throwing things. I told her she should not be throwing stuff. She said “I will stupid” and threw her pillow at me. I picked up her pillow and put it up. The tantrum turned into a rage. I am waiting for it to pass. The Dad will be home in the morning. I will still be here. I just have to wait for the rage to pass.

Thankful November, Day 11

Last night, GB’s Godfather came to talk the girls out for fast food. He was trying to be helpful since the Dad is out of town. I was leaning towards keeping Hope home, as she got off the bus and had problems almost immediately. Time out had encouraged her to pull it together somewhat, and both GB and her GF wanted to bring Hope. I let myself be persuaded. BIG mistake. Home came back screeching about some plastic toy she had lost, refused to say “Thank you” to GF, and demanded cookies. I spent the rest of the evening paying for her going out. I managed not to (visablely) react. GB was thrilled that Hope was not cooperating, as she was allowed to watch PBS for a half hour- there is no school tomorrow- and she didn’t have to compromise on what show was on. She still needed her Dad’s picture to go to sleep.

GF has been friends with the Dad for a long time. Today, I am thankful for good friends who try to make things easier, even if they don’t get it. It is the thought that counts.