Oh, how I wish I got off work at 3:00 every day instead of 5:00. (Not going to happen – I work 4 10-hour days – I’d have to go to work at 4:30.) Then I’d be able to pick up the kids on the way home, play with them a bit, then start dinner while Big Brother works on his homework. (OK, so that’s how it works in my daydream at least.)
Instead, I get off at 5:00, pick up the kids and then get home at 5:45. Then make dinner (though Tim has been starting dinner some days lately, since I’m picking up BB too now). Homework, baths if needed. Tonight after I got home we had to make dinner/set the table, give both kids baths, PLUS BB had two nights of homework (he forgot to bring it home yesterday) and he hadn’t done any of it at after school child care like he’s kind of supposed to. Tonight I was feeling so stressed for time, plus both kids were fussing – BB refused to wash his hair so he could get out and do his homework, LS yelling and standing up when I rinsed the shampoo out of her hair and yelling on the changing table then hitting the comb when I was doing her hair – that I ended up yelling at both kids. Not exactly how I want to spend the 1.75 hours we have together in the evening.
At least BB can get out of a bad mood pretty easily, like I can, and we were “squared away” by bedtime.
But I really wish I had another couple of hours.