I wonder if I am crazy, if I want to make my life difficult.
I wonder why I take the boys places.
Tonight, I took the boys to a Happy Hour at Yale. Without Drew. I thought it might be an okay idea.
And at first it was.
We got there early, got some food, staked out a spot. Then the people started to come. And kept coming. The room was small, the people were, I really want to say they were big and I guess if I compare them to my kids they were, so big.
We sang "Winterland". The boys were having a good time, students were playing with Sage and Kolby. One even helped Sage get through the crowd to get more food. Then it was time to go.
We got jackets on in the 180 degree room, made our way, through the people. Sage headed right to the cookies on the table. I was holding his hand and tried to guide him away from the table of cookies, away from the crowd of people standing around the cookies and he yelled at me. Yelled. In the crowded room of Drew's fellow students at Yale. I got him to the other side, squatted down to his level and explained again that we are leaving, no more cookies. He put his hand over my mouth and yelled NO. Again. I stood up, grabbed his hand and got us all outside. I got down to his level and explained that his behaviour is unacceptable and he will get disciplined when we get home.
Not to mention that I was holding Kolby, who is 30 plus pounds and the diaper bag, that just added to the moment.
It's been a rough night.
I am eating marshmallows and twizzlers. I wish it was chocolate.
Here's to a new day tomorrow!