Momentous Moment (or Looking a Gift Horse in the Mouth)

Part of me (a really, really large part of me) can’t even believe that I’m about to write this post.  But…

Normally, I hate “Spring Forward!”  I mean, Spring Forward?  Barf.  Even the name is awful.  The actual day itself wasn’t that bad until we had kids.  Pre-kids, I could basically live in denial of “Spring” until at least noon, or even Monday morning, if I felt so inclined.  With kids, though, not so much–routines and all that, and usually, this particular time change brutal.

This year, however, I don’t know what’s going on.  Prior to “The Man’s” attempt to make me over-sleep and miss lunch by two hours, our girls were being kind of…challenging.  Gabbie was working on expanding a two-week streak of getting up at, oh, about 5:15 a.m.  Plus, her two-year molars are coming in and girlfriend has been gruuuumpy.  And then Maddie, who is mercurial at the best of times, was on a fiest-bender.  Sassy, sassy, sassy.  I think she was getting sent to her room at least once a day because she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.  (The girl is like her mother–once she gets going, she finds it hard to stop, even though she knows she shouldn’t.  There’s a reason I avoid confrontations:  it’s so no one else gets hurt.  And so I get to keep my friends.  And my job.)

Sunday, I was prepared for the worst.  Jon and I had been to a beer-fest in Lawrence the night before, so we were tired (and dehydrated).  Also, I had to teach Sunday School.  Also, we go to church in Lawrence, even though we live in Olathe, so there was no chance whatsoever of sleeping in, even if the girls were so inclined.  And then…nothing.

They slept in.  (Okay, so it would only have been 7 a.m. in regular, post-“Spring” time, but this is compared to 5:15, so…)  In fact, Gabbie hasn’t gotten up earlier than 6:30 this entire week.  I sort of expected that there’d be a reversal, and they’d start refusing to go to bed on time, but no.  They’ve been going to bed with no complaint.  (Aside from Gabbie trying to draw things out as long as possible by continually switching which parent she wants to put her to bed.)  Maddie has been behaving beautifully-catching herself when she’s headed in the wrong direction emotionally, being polite, helping out, following rules when she doesn’t know anyone’s looking.  Last night, she even went to bed by herself during a thunderstorm.*

And then, there was this evening.  Evenings are usually kind of hit or miss in our house, particularly the hours between school and/or daycare pick-up and dinner.  Trying to cook while dealing with two hungry children who are cycling toward bedtime is stressful, at best.  But tonight (and last night to a somewhat lesser degree), the girls, both of them, actually played by themselves downstairs.  You may think I’m abusing italics, and maybe I am, but consider that last week at this same time, I was trying womanfully to not completely lose my temper as Gabbie would not stop pestering me for food and Maddie would not stop asking to watch more TV.  This moment, THIS, is what I’ve been waiting for for almost a year and a half–the two of them playing with each other without needing me to intervene every two seconds.

Cooking with jazz and wine.  I used to do this all the time, but now it's like a once a year thing.  Also, yes, i'm only showing you my best ingredients.  You're missing the glorified Rice-a-roni ingredients I have sitting on the other side of the stove...

Cooking with jazz and wine. I used to do this all the time, but now it’s like a once a year thing. Also, yes, i’m only showing you my best ingredients. You’re missing the glorified Rice-a-roni ingredients I have sitting on the other side of the stove…

So, perhaps I am looking a gift horse in the mouth, but this evening, for 25 minutes, my house was peaceful and quiet, and the only sounds I could hear were the rice simmering on the stove and the jazz coming out of my laptop.  Of course, at about minute 30 they both came upstairs and started making a gigantic mess in the living room, but 25 minutes, you guys!  Come to think of it, maybe I should make sure our sitters on Saturday didn’t send us home with different kids…

 

 

*This is a big freaking deal for her.  That girl is terrified of thunder and lightning.  Thinks lightning is going to come in through her window and “get her.”