Blogger just deleted all the content to the post I wrote and published. Just...took it all away. The moment has passed, I'm not going to write it again. I'm just going to sit here and fume about it.
Bathtime was rough this evening. There was screaming, squirming, tears and a lot of whining. Next time, I will not ask Jeremiah to help. HA! Little joke there. No, all that infernal racket came from our obnoxious children. Kate was the worst. She didn't want to sit on the potty, she wanted to get in the tub! Then she finally sat on the potty and didn't want to get up and get in the tub. Then she was in the tub but didn't want to be and so screamed unrelentingly things like "stop getting my hair wet!" and stomped around, refusing to sit down. I thought about just taking her out of the tub but then decided maybe it was possible to wash the bratty part of her down the drain. Then came all the screaming about not wanting to put on a diaper. And not wanting the special anti-eczema body oil and then wanting the special anti-eczema oil. I struggled with Crazy while Jeremiah plopped Sarah down in her bed. She didn't want to stay there, though, and for story time had to be placed in bed with Kate and me. As you can see, I'm the only one anywhere close to sleep.
I finally just put Sarah back in her crib and left them both, wide awake and protesting, in their room alone. Eventually, they'll wear themselves out. "Scream all you want!" I told them "We're MILES away from where anyone can hear you!" That, of course, is a complete lie since the next door neighbors can hear us as though we're sitting in their living room. Sorry, guys! I'm going downstairs for a glass of wine and a fantasy about life when I had no children.