We had “one of those days” yesterday, or at least I did. You know the one I’m talking about. The kind where you can see the day passing by and you have no control over what is happening. The kind where the harder you try, the worse things seem to get. And the only things I wanted to do was make an apple pie and eat it.
We started with coloring. I drew the first letter of Lincoln and Autumn’s name and had them color it in with the medium of their choice. They chose markers.
I should have only given them the option of crayons or colored pencils. After Lincoln finished his letter, he colored himself with the blue marker in an attempt to make himself a cheetah. Or was it a dragon? Or maybe it was a lion. Regardless, he colored himself with blue marker and then declared he needed a bath. He was quite angry when I said no.
How could I deny him you ask? Aidan had soccer practice at 5:30 and Lincoln would be rolling around in the grass and leaves. I wasn’t giving him 2 baths in one day.
Then again, we have far fewer markers than crayons.
Although she dumped them out, Autumn had no problem helping to clean them up. This is why she is my favorite when it comes to cleaning up.
Lunch was a disaster. It didn’t happen. Lincoln and Autumn both had their bajillionith melt down of the morning AT THE SAME TIME. And instead of beating them or locking them in the basement, i simply put them down for naps.
Lincoln, who was not in the least bit happy with this move, destroyed his room.
I managed to get the apples cooked for our pie filling AND canned what was left over. Score for Momma!
And then Aidan came home, but I still had this to deal with….
The kids decided it best to build a trap.
What kind of a trap? The kind where you wrap ribbon on the kitchen cabinets and get it stuck on the handle of the dishwasher.
Dinner was cooked and eaten. Aidan did homework and I managed to make the pie crust. It chilled in the fridge while we were at soccer practice, the idea being I would make it when they went to bed. But there was an issue with that plan. I wanted a piece of pie as soon as their heads hit the pillow and I closed their doors.
Now, if you know me you know I have a set bedtime routine for the kids and we hardly ever deviate. Guess what? I deviated. BIG TIME.
We got home at 6:30 (which is when we are typically reading books) and we made pie. The kids helped me roll out the crust, place it in the pie stone, fill it, place the top layer of crust, and put it in the oven.
By the time I got them bathed and in bed, it was 7:30. Autumn is never an issue going down. It’s Lincoln (you can check out his sleep issues here). I made myself perfectly clear as I was closing the boys’ bedroom door… “You will not get a single piece of pie tomorrow if you get of your bed. I promise.”
Guess who stayed in bed? Oh, the power of pie.
I made my way down stairs and took the pie out of the oven. I salivated. I’m not going to lie. It looked that good.
And then I cut myself a very healthy slice.
And then another. And I ate it even though my stomach was telling my brain it was full. My brain told my stomach to shut up or fuck off. I deserved a second helping.
And because the kids stayed in bed, like the angels I know they can be, and because they did such an awesome job making that pie…. they were rewarded with pie for breakfast.
And I won the “Best Momma in the World” award this morning.
Thank you (insert bow here), thank you (insert bow here).
Oh, and the pie is gone…
…it was that good.