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The After School Routine

In approximately 20 minutes all of this silence is going to end. YAY!! However, when all the silence ends it means that all the monsters are going to be home. Maybe I shouldn't complain about the silence.

First S. will get home. She will walk in the door with a big smile on her face. A smile that says, "That's right I'm big, I'm home first. Niener Niener." She is loving the fact that she beats all the little monsters home. That whole 15 minutes defines her as the big Sis. Sometimes it is the small things in life that make us the happiest.

Approximately 15 minutes later A. will walk in the door. By himself without the other two. No he doesn't walk through the door he struts. Promptly he drops his backpack in MY front room and heads for the kitchen. He says nothing he is as Willow puts it "A Ninja." This is mainly because I will say, "Where is your brother and sister? You are suppose to walk home with them. Why did you beat them home?" He just nods and says, "They were right behind me."

I sigh loudly and say, "Can't you just walk home together and get along for five minutes."

He then says, "I did wait they walk slow."

It is the same conversation every day. I never get a satisfactory answer. He never waits for his younger siblings.

Following this conversation he struts downstairs where within moments I hear, "Knock it off! Stop it! Your a jerk." Alpha Male working on Big Sis. One of these days he will probably pee on her.

A few short moments later the younger two walk in the door, Together! It is amazing they have grasped the concept of sibling and together. They will say, "Mom, we're home! They will tell me that they had a great day at school." I will say, "You did, Why?" They will both normally answer, "Because we got to color."

Again sometimes it is the simplest things that make us the happiest.

A little bit later they too will go down the stairs where a few short moments later I will hear, "Knock it off. Stop it! Your MEAN!" Again big Bro working to declare his Alpha Male spot.

He will probably pee on them one day soon too.

Comments

Willow said…
My middle child gets home first; he is in 1/2 day kindergarten. He has a full three hours to enjoy life without being told what to do, what to say, and how to say it (the big bossy brother has several ideas about how everything [including his brother] should function).

Yesterday, Zachary bounded through the front door like a puppy ready to romp in the yard. He was allowed to choose a prize from the prize box! He excitedly told me he chose sprinkles, "they are colorful and you can put them on EVERYTHING!" I figured he had picked out a container of glitter and was thinking very ill of his teacher for giving glitter to kindergartener hands. Then he showed me the container... it was not glitter... it was cake sprinkles! Really? Cake sprinkles in a treasure box? Zach is thrilled beyond measure... because it IS the simple things that make us happiest.

Also, he is trying to decide what I need to make for his sprinkles to adorn. He is torn between cake, frosted cookies, or brownies.

Sometimes the sweet things are just as nice as the simple. =)
Scott and Stacy said…
Still laughing about the peeing part, thanks for the laugh. :)
Race Fam said…
You are too funny. Don't you just love how it all has to end in a fight, just like at my house!!
Becky Smith said…
You've got your hands happily full! :-) With kids there is never a dull moment.

I enjoy your blog.

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