Lately, I've been working on Thursday nights because I am busy with kids stuff Monday Tuesday and Wednesdays. I need to work so I have money to do all this damned stuff with them, but they all get mad when I work. I think they'd like it best if I worked midnights, that way I could be available to them all the time, and still make money so they could do everything they want. Of course, I would never sleep, but this isn't something that bothers them. Anyway, if I work on Thursday nights, Mike has to take all four kids to Anthony's swim lesson. To make this happen, I have to get ready for work before I go get Anthony, and then meet Mike at the girls' school so I can switch kids and race to work. Mike then takes them all, they all have iPads to entertain them, and then he takes them to TWO different places for dinner.
Everybody hates it. This morning the first thing I heard when Mike went in to get Maria up was her crying and moaning. I asked her when she came out, what's wrong? She said she didn't want to go to swimming because she didn't want to take the car, she didn't want to be SQUOOSHED in the CAR! I said, Daddy said you can take the van, and she dried up immediately and said OKAY!, and swooshed downstairs. And I think, do other people's kids complain this much? Sometimes I feel like I have to put my head down on the nearest table, just to rest from all the complains that are thrown at me all day. They are the most unsatisfied people I've ever met.
But, there are good things to being Maria too. She is as smart as ever, she has friends and is friendly. She is very good in church, one year after her first communion. She has moments of being kind to Felicity and Anthony. She is doing VERY well in baseball, here's a picture of her at her first game, scoring the first run.
