Oh! Spring Break already? That kind of sneaked up on me. Anyway, here we are. You, un-stimulated Kindergartner staring at me, a Dad wearing a deer-in-headlights expression.
Once upon a time, I was a fan of spring break. Now, not so much.
“Yes I know you’re bored sweetie, give me five minutes to type out some thoughts here. Yes you and your sister will be getting a bath soon.” (Your little sister pees in that tub, you’re being just obnoxious enough where I will withhold that info from you until after the fact).
Anyway, I have a six year old girl who is used to nearly constant stimulation from 8am to 3pm. I can’t help her very much there. I’m dealing with her sister and the house.
“Sure! Pick out a movie! No, not that one, pick one out that your sister will enjoy too!” (I was going to do something…what was I going to do? Oh…bath) “Wait! Hold up, that’s the movie? Sure, good choice, however, we’ll watch it after the bath. Okay? In five minutes! Like I said, let me just get this typed out before I forget what I was going to say. I said five minutes five minutes ago? Well perhaps you should stop interrupting me. Yes, go play Pancake Restaurant…great game, of course I’ll eat some.”
Take for example, lunch. I look at her school lunch menu, then I turn to look in my cupboard. Good Lord, she’s going to have a goiter when she returns to school! Chicken nuggets…frozen peas? Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches? Ugh, then there’s tomorrow. Ever loving, this will be going on for an entire week! I need a meal plan.
“Take turns! Reggie can flip pancakes too! I can’t break up every spat girls, you need to work some of these out yourself. Okay?”
What else can I do? Well, there are a couple errands, maybe we can stop by a playground afterward if they’re good. Then there’s Children’s Hour at the Library.
“Mmmm, yes. Delicious pancakes! Thank you so much!”
Oh crap, where’s that overdue library book? How much do we owe?
“FIVE MINUTES! Yes you will be getting your bath in five minutes!”
Now…for my deeply moving statement about spring break.
“What in the world was that noise?!? Lyd? Why is your sister crying?” I’ll be back in a minute.
“I already kissed that toe Sweetie…still hurts, of course it does. Sure, you can sit on my lap, the mouse is a no-no…just like it has been your entire life.”
You know what? I forgot what I was going to say. Never mind.
I’ll catch you next week.
“Girls! Head upstairs, get naked, it’s time for that bath. Reggie pooped? That’s great news! Now she won’t poop in the tub!” (In theory)
Spring Break! Thumbs-Up!