I hate to be the one to come out and admit it, but my children have a bad crack problem. Every night around 4:00 PM, they curl up on all fours in the middle of the living room, resting their chin in their v-cupped-shaped-hand-rest – and with bootie up in the air and full crack showing, they watch their favorite TV shows ‘til Big Mama gets grub on the table.
Yes, I know there are other ways to get my flailing preschoolers entertained. We have tried many methods. Here are a smattering of our attempts, flops and failures.
1) Help mommy make dinner (you can only imagine the extended cleanup time.)
2) “Go see who can clean their room the fastest and then you will win a cool prize.”
3) Go find your own fun outside…in the 9 degree weather.
4) Play outside with your friends. Good luck finding one outside!!
5) Paint in the basement. (Big, bad, no, no!!)
6) Art project at the kitchen table (every 2.135 seconds … “Mom?”)
7) Go ride your bikes, scooters…did I mention it is 9 degrees and their tuckus’ will freeze to the metal?
8) Draw with chalk in driveway (a summer sport)
Then it turns to the not-so-pretty…
9) “GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!!!!!”
Then back to pretty…
10) “How about a Disney movie until dinner?” (Only 2 hours long and the experts say that kids are allowed 2 hours of daily screen time, so don’t roll those eyes at ME!!)
It’s bad, I know. I swore I wouldn’t do it. But I know if I had someone else’s kids who were sweet, quiet and polite before dinner time, the TV would remain off, but mine only decide to be like this at this time of the day. So whatcha gonna do?
So until they grow out of the “witching hour” or the “daddy hour” or whatever you want to call the blasted hour when every freakin’ mother in the free world is pulling her hair out and cursing her children while trying to make a well-balanced and tasty meal, the kids at my house will continue to show me some crack, giggle at the screen and I will keep just an ounce of sanity while whistling while I work, until my prince comes (home)!
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Yes, Stacey, my kids have the crack problem, too. Giggling hysterically at the “cracks in the air.” What Mom doesn’t know that view?
Super funny post, my friend!!