Time Out

Bryan called me about 4:00pm this afternoon and asked the familiar question, "What are you doing?" Usually my response is,"Oh nothing." Which is never really the truth, but I figure I would spare him the details usually. Today though, I was in a time out.

This week has been a challenge in some ways. Bryan's car has been sitting at a dealership, awaiting some much needed air conditioning repairs. So everyday he takes our van to work with him, in Roseville. The kids and I have tried to make the best of it. One day we walked to the park and played in the water there, we have invited friends over to play, I even threw some exercise in one morning and ran to the Tower Market to rent a movie out of the red box (I love the red box, so convenient). Kind of funny, last night I finally took the van out to go and do some errands that I have been wanting to do. Emery, Kelci and I drove to Target and after about 5 minutes of being there, Bry called to tell me I left my wallet at home. I just started to laugh, how lame...

Today was tough and this afternoon Brody decided to go into what I like to call his #10 tantrum. But of course while he is yelling at me and anybody else that crosses his path, Landry started to cry and needs me more than anybody else at that moment. Sometimes in these situations I'm not sure what to do with Brody, one time I put him outside to chill out, but the wasps are everywhere and it was a little too warm for that. I know that sounds mean, but it really helps us both calm down and be able to talk afterwards. That wasn't an option today, so I took him by the hand and picked up Landry and carried them into my room and flopped all three of us onto my bed. Brody continued to yell, I don't even remember why he is yelling anymore. Landry has become interested in my clock on the nightstand. I actually closed my eyes for a moment and was pretty sure, even with all the noise around me that I could fall asleep. Brody is still grunting, he has rolled himself onto the floor now, and before I know Landry is grunting back at him. Great I thought to myself, he is only 15 months old and now learning how to talk back, thanks to his brother.

Well my time out didn't last long, Bryan needed me to fax something to his restaurant (that was the real reason for the phone call) and my friend was on her way over to have me trim her daughters hair. The tantrums were over for now and I was able to carry on. However I was so happy to hear that tomorrow I will have my van, so plans have already been made to get out of this house and have some fun...can't wait!!