The Dudes were out of school on Monday.
Not for spring break. For some teacher work day type thingy. Just the type of thingy I used to love when I was teaching, but now pretty much only just hate.
Because it means The. Dudes. Are. Home.
Don’t get crazy here, I LOVE my Dudes.
And this is a very big but, it’s the shouting, and arguing, and whining, and crying, and complaining, and punching, and screaming, and touching, and what not when they are together that I can’t love up on.
I’ve determined that I just don’t entirely love them all together. Like as a unit.
Their dynamic when they are together is just so, um, annoying? Annoying doesn’t seem intense enough. Let’s say infuriating. Exhaustingly infuriating.
There is a constant need for my intervention, even it’s only for me to yell shut up already remove them from each other’s presence. That’s the thing that breaks me down.
Turns me into a frantic, hair-pulling, head grasping beast of a woman.
Because it’s intense.
One minute they seem as though they are going to end each other…
And the next they are crying in pain because I’ve banished them to separate rooms.
I just don’t get it.
Let someone roundhouse kick me in the spine and I’m probably never gonna get over it. Ever. I’m certainly not gonna wanna sleep in their bed with them later.
But here? Spine kicks happen multiple times a day and somehow it makes them love each other that much harder.
Which sorta brings me back to my original point (there was one, I think?): random teacher work days and I are not BFFs.
It takes time for us to readjust to being together this way again, and that can’t happen in a day. So, when these unscheduled (ok, so it was scheduled and I just failed to even look at the calendar) I try to throw them off with an activity.
Of the all-day-this-is-going-to-hopefully-exhaust-your-capacity-to-disagree-on-every-single-element-of-life-or-resort-to-violence-and-screaming-to-solve-your-problems sort.
Like taking a trip to the National Zoo in D.C.
It was a wonderful day filled with me constantly parenting and yelling at my children in public friends, and animals, and good ole fashioned fun!
And, just when we were getting beside ourselves with the awesome and the getting-alongness, someone went and shoved their hand in some prehistoric-looking-bird poop…
That was awesome! And immediately sent me into gagging hysterics; you would not believe how far apart bathrooms are in that place!
Fortunately they ended the day in a good mood with a nice smattering of bro love…
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