Number 3 has been giving me a hard time.
He’s being rude and disrespectful and full of attitude.
I feel like all I’ve been doing lately is sending him to his room.
Last weekend he had a cold.
And then two days ago he got a cough which has gotten progressively worse.
It was bad enough that today I took him to the doctor.
The kids basically have to be on fire or missing a limb for me to get to that point.
So it was pretty bad.
I lucked out and got an appointment while the little guys were taking a nap, so it was just the two of us.
He was a completely different kid.
And not because of the cough.
We had a really good time.
After the doctor’s appointment we ran into Target to get a gift card for a birthday party we were going to, and then we stopped quickly at the grocery store.
We talked and laughed.
We even held hands.
There wasn’t one tiny smidge of attitude.
I’m pretty conscious of the fact that I don’t have date nights enough, or ever, with my husband.
But it didn’t really occur to me, until this afternoon, that I really need to schedule in some alone time with my kids, too.
Hopefully, next time, it won’t take a case of viral pneumonia to make that point so obvious.