Saturday morning, bright and early, I drove down to Topeka since Paige and Elsa were supposed to have a soccer game at 9AM. Well, I didn't get a mile down the road when I got a text from their dad saying the game had been pushed back until noon. Really? I decided to go on ahead because I wanted to take Hannah out for breakfast and then the sky opened up and the torrential downpour began. It poured on me the whole trip to T-town which makes driving that much more fun.
Cordie went with Hannah and I to IHOP and we had a very nice breakfast. They even let me snap a picture, which is rare these days. The restaurant was freezing, as usual. I have yet to be in an IHOP where they don't have the a/c on full blast. I'm like, it is 50 degrees and raining, how about you ease up just a bit, mmmkay?
The rest of the weekend was a blur of constant bickering and me yelling constantly. Between the 13 year old hormones and the pre-teen diva attitudes and the 3 year old in charge of everything, I don't know how I am going to make it the next few years. Cordie always seems to piss off Emmeline who starts screaming, and then Elsa will be mean to Cordie who starts crying. Paige usually tries to stay out of it as she tends to be the peacekeeper, but watch out if she gets pissed.
The worst thing about all of this is that I turn into a different person. I become a raging bitch mom who is constantly yelling. Talking calmly doesn't do jack shit, so let me yell over everyone and lose my cool. I will then unfairly take it out on Jason and he's just trying his best to hide out away from it all. Not my proudest mommy weekend.
I did manage to get all the girls dressed and out of the house on Sunday and took them down to English Landing, which is a really nice park down by the river. Emmeline had been begging to go to the park so she was thrilled. She did her thing on the slides and playground equipment and I noticed that Paige and Elsa had disappeared. I knew exactly where they were, but I was still irritated that they didn't come tell me where they were going. I sent Cordie off in search of them and when she didn't come back, I coaxed Emmeline off of the slide for a bit to go get her sisters. Sure enough, they were by the water's edge, playing with the sand. Everyone was wading ankle deep even though I specifically said "Do Not get in the water".
I had come prepared with towels though, so they dried their feet off and started throwing rocks in the water. Then, Paige and Elsa got a little bolder and started searching for turtles ending up back in the water. I can't win.
After dragging everyone back up to the park, we stopped at the swings which had a big sandpile underneath. Kids' heaven. Once we got back home, I made the three younger girls get in the shower to wash off all the sand and dirt and river water off of them. We had a late lunch and then it was back to their dad's. So, the weekend ended on a high note at least, but I am seriously going to need some Xanax or something to survive the next few years without injuring someone.
Anyone else in pre-teen hell?