This week we have early dismissal every day so that the parent/teacher conferences can happen in the afternoon.
I'm not sure I need a parent teacher conference. I can already summarize it for you below:
Your kid is intelligent, but lazy as hell and has a bad habit of (picking nose/sucking thumb). You can circle the bad habit depending on if this is Big or Little E. It's like choose your own bad ending.
So now I've got seven long a** hours from when they energetically bounce off the bus and when I attempt to put them to bed.
Almost every night at dinner, I give Big E a half of a melatonin to get him to fall asleep. No melatonin means an 11PM bedtime, which makes for very painful 6AM mornings.
Last night, as I prepared dinner, I was chatting on the phone with Mr. Yoy, who has been in California since Friday, but it feels like he's been away since 1998.
Big E eats off a blue plate and Little E eats off a red plate. It's super Type-A, but it keeps them from fighting over mind numbing subjects like how many string beans are on the plate.
They both get vitamins, which I doled out properly. One for me as well, because I'm jonseing so badly for candy that even a vitamin in the shape of a gummy bear gets me pumped up..
I cut the melatonin up and put it on Big E's plate. At least I thought I did.
ONE HOUR LATER:
Right in the middle of reading Harry Potter, I looked down on the floor and saw Little E down for the count. And he was out. Snores and all. I had to dead lift him off the ground, with my bad back and it was like lifting a wet noodle.
Big E, on the other hand, folded laundry, built legos, did learning books, and watched some HGTV with me.
THAT HOUSE IS VERY MODERN, MOMMY. I DON'T LIKE IT. (Sounds like Mr. Yoy to me)
At around 10PM it dawned on me.
DID YOU TAKE A MELATONIN AT DINNER?
At first he said yes, but then he admitted that he hadn't.
SH*T! I DRUGGED THE WRONG YOYSER!
Around 11PM, Big E finally dozed off next to me.
Tonight, I will pay better attention.