Dion got home after midnight last night/this morning, and then was gone again by 9am until Friday. Do you want to hear the not-so-funny part of this trip he is on? We have another snowstorm coming Wed-Fri....will he get home this time? Lord only knows. So, while I am recovering from the first blast of snow, I am getting geared up for the next one.
On to the thing that I have figured out. So it has been a lot of work being a single parent for over a week. From getting them up in the morning, feeding them, getting them to school and/or daycare, picking them up, shopping, making dinner playing, etc. I have figured out the most dreaded time of the day. The time of day that I fear, that I hate, the time of day that shows that my patience is next to nothing....bedtime. The girls now share a room, on their request, and since they were sneaking into each others rooms anyway I figured it didn't matter. So they are sharing a room, and a bed. I know, I know. I look at them sharing a bed, feet to feet, thinking about kids that HAVE to share a bed. My kids are odd. Anyway, they sneak into the bathroom and create a mess or two, they sneak into Nadia's old room (which is now a little play room), they sneak into our extra room....basically I have no control over them what-so-ever. I have resorted to drawing a sad face on a 3 pieces of paper and I use those as warnings. Right now they have 2 sad faces. At 3 sad faces, they are spilt up which makes them very sad. There is much crying and wailing at that point, and usually they just get exhausted and fall asleep. I hate bed time, in case I didn't tell you.
Please, for the love of God, if you have any suggestions on what to do at night, let me know. For the sake of my sanity.