So T and H have a half day Lucky me!, and T's behavior chart came back not so excellent. I put him on chore duty, as I was going to give the kiddos a choice of going to the Y for swimming or staying home and relaxing.(puhlease choose relaxing))
So ol HBones decides relaxy taxi thank goodness and here we are,. T goes to the chores pile to the tune of Beethoven's Fifth ,and I am doing the dance of all mommy dances: folding clothes. As usual, you will always find me here. Actually I could place a robot Mama constantly folding clothes in the study room, as I walk away and do other things. Folding folding folding...
I am in the kitchen now and Ted is emptying the dishwasher. All of a sudden we hear the sound of the breaking plate. I am right there so I saw it slip, no big deal, but it did make a very loud sound Roll back to olden times when mama was just a small girl herself. She broke a glass and HER mama did not make a big deal out of it.
But Ted automatically starts crying and he says, "I know I am in big trouble." and I just hugged his little crying body and said, "No you're not. You're helping me. No worries."
Accidents happen, Bloggy. And that's okay.
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