My twins have started Kindergarten and that’s a whole new ball of fun. The kids are wired, tired, and fired (up).
We had a three day weekend with Labor Day, then the next school day was Tyler’s annual hemophilia appointment, and we had to pick him up from school half way through the day. While we vowed to never, ever, ever, ever, not never, never, ever bring Andy to another one of those 3+ hour long appointments again, we had to this time because he threw the most epic of all hissy fits when finding out Tyler was going to get out of school early.
So we broke our never, ever, ever, ever, not never, never, ever rule and regretted it. It was hard not to get all gritchy with him as he answered all the questions meant for Tyler , while jumping around and screeching he likes cheese, because it’s boring for everyone. Especially for Andy who does not have hemophilia and was ripped away from the awesome iPads in the waiting room of Akron Children’s. Finally it was over, and we went home to a decent night.
Then Wednesday came.
Three days off from school, then leaving after 2 hours on Tuesday must have made Wednesday the LONGEST, most UPSETTING day of their ENTIRE lives. As SOON as I picked them up from school, they were crabby, bickering, and yelling, and that was just on the way to the car.
Because we’re in a parking lot, I want both kids to get in the same side. Unfortunately, it’s Tyler’s side of the car, and my little Napoleon HATES when someone treads on his space. He had a meltdown and wouldn’t let Andy cross to the other side without some kicks and yelling.
Gritting my teeth, I say: “Aww, I MISSED you guys!”
(I think they are starting to recognize sarcasm.)
So we go home, and Andy starts yelling: “I want that white stuff to eat.”
Me: “Um, what stuff?”
Andy (starting to get that melt downy look and tone): “That WHITE stuff with the apples!!”
Me (still not connecting the dots because he was just talking about Ninja Turtles): “What are you talking about?”
Andy (kicking and screaming): “Ohhh, you never know what I’m talking about! That white apples and candy!”
Me: “Ok, stop screaming at me! Are you talking about the apple surprise dessert?”
Andy: “YES. I WANT it NOW.”
Me (tongue bleeding, jaw clenched): “Sweetie, Mommy doesn’t just have whipped cream, Snickers bars, and apples lying around the house for that dessert.” (But I should, it’s so good)
Ok, how long have we been together now? 10 minutes and I’m ready for a break already! I get everything out of the car, except Andy who is not coming. Fine, they have played in my car before, he will come in eventually.
He finally comes in 10 minutes later crying and snuffling. Obviously, they were tired and hungry, so I left it at that.
This morning, I cannot find my keys anywhere. I always put them in my purse, on the key rack, or just lately (copying the husband) keep them in the car. You probably know where this is going…
I look everywhere for those keys. We need to leave in 3.5 minutes to get to school in time. I opened the doors to my minivan and notice the automatic door isn’t working (someone probably pushed the “off” button again”. Then the hatch wouldn’t open (dangit, someone locked the doors again), and I noticed my security light wasn’t on (grr, probably blew a fuse). Andy suddenly yells: “Oh there’s your keys!”
They were in the ignition.
I never leave them in the ignition.
I fiddled and noticed the key was turned as far as it could go without turning on the car. I pushed it that extra bit and nothing. Dead, dead, dead.
“ANDY! WHAT DID YOU DO?”
Andy slinks into his carseat. “I didn’t put the key in there and turn it!”
Me: “I never said that’s what happened! Did you do this? Are you allowed to touch my keys?”
Andy: “No, it was probably Tyler.”
Tyler (looking completely confused): “What? Wait a minnit! I did nothing! I’m a good boy. I don’t touch my Mommy’s keys!”
Sigh. Luckily my oldest hadn’t gone to work yet and I was able to throw the twins into the car and take them to school.
On the way, Andy says: “So who did that with your keys might have been ’cause they was mad and wanted to drive away.”
Me: “So it was you?”
Andy: “Um…well no, I’m just sayin’…but I will tell that key person not to do that ever again.”
Tyler: “Better tell him now, Mommy’s face is gonna ‘splode.”
Lesson learned: Never leave the keys in the car, and keep 5 eyes on Andy at all times.