Hoorah!
Today is my last day of working latchkey. When I told the kids this morning, I got a lot of stunned and sad faces. Lots of them gave me hugs as they were leaving. Apparently, I’m not quite the mean old hag that I perceive myself to be while at work. Or else, those kids are really forgiving.
Last night when the hubby came to pick up Sebastian, he finally got a glimpse of Seb in one of his "moods." He had been fine all day, but when it was time to go, he didn’t want to help the girls he was playing with pick stuff up. He dug in his heels, went into stubborn mode and that was it. He wouldn’t listen and laid down on the floor and started spinning around. It looked like the beginnings of one of his full scale flip-out episodes. And his dad was finally there to see it. Now this did not even begin to compare to his previous two total flip-outs, but the hubby finally got to see that I wasn’t exaggerating about his kid’s behavior. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure he just assumed I was blowing things way out of proportion. Ha, I say! You can now see exactly what I was talking about. How he can go from perfectly fine to demon child in the blink of an eye, over absolutely nothing. I must say, I feel somewhat vindicated.
Still haven’t figured out what to do about Seb’s birthday party. I talked to my mom last night and found out that my older brother and his three kids won’t be there, which kind of pissed me off. We always, always went to their parties, even if it meant we had to skimp on groceries or something else that week so that we could bring them a present. But my brother’s going to a concert and so he’ll be dropping the kids back at their mom’s house pretty early that day. Now we definitely can’t do the miniature golf thing, because we are three kids shy of the ten kid minimum. I’m going to have to tie down the hubby tonight so that we can sit and have a conversation about this and what we are going to do. My poor kid. He just wants a party.
