Poor dh. He was a bit scared of dinner last night. I had some frozen split pea soup in the freezer, and I was trying to be semi frugal (well, and lazy).
He wasn't thrilled about dinner because the last time or two I made split pea soup it was pretty bland. Not too flavorful. Which I freely admit - hey, if something I makes sucks, well, I probably don't want to eat it either. Last time I tried split pea soup I used a ham bone. Threw that sucker in the crockpot and chased after the kids. So, for us, the ham bone makes all the difference. Dh isn't afraid of my split pea soup anymore, now that I've found my groove with it.
And now the 3.5yo is crying and whining about his trains. They got taken away two days ago because he was throwing them and hitting his brother and misbehaving in a variety of ways. If he listened to mommy and daddy and behaved (well, within reason, he is still a kid), he could've gotten them back yesterday. No dice. It wasn't a stellar day for him. So now the whining and crying is getting on my nerves, and because I haven't really gotten enough sleep the last few days, I don't. want. to. be. touched. By either of them. Heck, last night I couldn't fall asleep until the little one woke up for his midnight nursing, then after I come back to bed, dh *literally* kicks me out of bed. Kicking, flailing, whining because I had the audacity to try to have some space on the bed. Decided not to deal with that, and went to go cuddle with the 3.5yo in his bed. Except I never sleep soundly in there with him, it's always a fitful and not restfull sleep. Oh, and dh doesn't mean to kick me out of bed (or so he says
), but when he's in that deep of a sleep it's just not worth it to wake him up all disoriented. Where's a kid tranquilizer when you need one?
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