3.5 Days Without Kids

For the first time since Emily and Savannah were born, I left them with the grandparents for more than just a night. 3.5 days to be exact. Wednesday I drove the girls to my mom and dad's house and then drove myself back home so Seth and I could get some major spruce up and fixer upper jobs done on our house in preparation of selling it. I originally was worried the girls would not be happy about me leaving them, but it turns out they were quite happy to be with just Grammie and Pop. Yay! So my next thought was that Seth and I were going to get to spend some much needed quality time together...Wrong!! Seth was so project focused he totally didn't get that I needed us to go out and do something we normally can't do with the girls. Silly as it may sound, that something was go eat buffet at Pizza Hut. What a dream date, huh? Well, this was something that Seth and I both enjoyed pre-babies. Now, with Emily having the milk allergy, there is no way we can all go to a pizza place and have something to eat. So, it's been at least 2 years since we've done that. So, when I suggested it to Seth, he was not interested and wanted to keep working on our house. I got mad, had my feelings hurt, and basically was not very nice to him for a good 5 hours that day. When he finally realized I was upset, I yelled and cried and explained what I thought would have been fun. Expressed my worry about what could happen if we don't even take time to spend fun time together outside of our house when we get a break from parenthood for a few days...ahhhhhhh what a day. So frustrating. He saw my point, but by then it was a bit too late to do anything, and I was still a little upset. So, we worked. The next day we spent all day painting and cleaning until midnight. Our house was all out of order by Saturday, so we finished some last minute painting, did finally go out for lunch (although not a Pizza Hut), and then cleaned our house up and put everything back in order so the girls could come home to a safe house.

Now, the adjustment back has been rough to say the least. Yesterday it was Savannah who had tantrum after tantrum. My parents were still here, so I think that contributed to the conflict. My girls got a bit spoiled with attention and williningness to do EVERYTHING for them while they were at Grammie and Pop's house. Today, Emily was in a foul mood from morning till bedtime. I was so ready for them to go to sleep--I was drained, tired of fighting with them, and tired of hearing the word "NO"...and now suddenly Emily is spitting all over the house when she gets mad or doesn't get her way. What is with that, and how do I get her to stop?

We'll see what tomorrow holds.