We have a pretty good routine going at our house--my husband works mostly in the evenings and weekends, and I work part-time teaching music. It means that I am always in charge of dinner and bedtimes, and we tag team the morning stuff. The kids have only known life this way. It works really well, except for when it is crash week for my show at school.
If you have never been part of a musical production, here is the way that crash week goes--HOURS of extra time spent running the show through, plus time getting makeup, costumes, mics, etc. For me, it means that on Monday, I got home at 6pm. Yesterday and tomorrow, I stay through until 8pm--which means I only see my kids for a brief time in the morning. They get to sleep over my mom's on Friday (which they love, but means ugliness when I get them back), and then I have 2 more shows on Saturday and will only see them for a little bit that day.
The routine is off. And the natives are unhappy.
This week has been filled with tantrum after tantrum, which is unusual for my kids at this stage of the game--almost 6, and 4. Lori threw a 15 minute tantrum before school yesterday because I wouldn't help her practice violin after she spent 10 minutes fooling around and not playing. Hunter had a 15 minute tantrum today because he wanted milk and not water (and we didn't have any milk left).
I get that they miss me and their structure. I miss our routine and structure. But I hate when the short time that I get to see them is filled with crying and whining. I want to give them extra hugs and kisses and snuggle because I won't get to at bedtime.
There is always next week, I suppose.
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