You know how mostly change is a good thing?
Like spare change is a great thing when you save it up for a year (like we did last year) and then bought a really nice flat screen TV.
Or how sometimes a diaper change is an amazing thing, because probably that diaper really needed to be changed and now your house doesn’t smell like an outhouse any more.
Or a change after a good run.
Or a change into pj’s after work (which I do immediately)
The time change? Please kill me now…
Since the the time change (and yes, I know it was yesterday) Vince and I are having serious dinner battles. As in everything I make him he says “Don’t like it, don’t want it ppfffft!!” And if I push the issue, there are serious tantrums, time outs, things being thrown which results in spanked bottoms (we do not throw things in our house).
So last night, after dinner disaster, I made dinner #2 and he ate most of that. Tonight? Not a single thing. Cars movie chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese (with an enticing bowl of ketchup to dip it in).
“No!! Don’t like it!! Don’t want it!! Mummy eating it! Chewie take a bite!”
Ok, fine. I ate it. Edward ate it. Chewie did not eat it. Vince also did not eat any of it. And in fact just sucked ketchup off of the bread. Dinner was removed. I brought out crackers with cream cheese (surefire win).
That surefire win? Freaking disaster.
That disaster was followed by apple slice disaster. And that disaster was followed by bedtime. All of this was preceded by his teacher telling me that he had lots of tantrums and was quick to anger today.
Freakin’ time change. Leave your damn emotional baggage at home and please just bring your sweet extra hour of sleep.
Vince went to bed pronto. Edward and I watched The Walking Dead. Am now in bed and looking forward to my 5 am run.
ps: I hope the ‘change’ is being good to you…