Et tu, Emry?

See this cute little Greek Goddess?  She's a taker I'll tell you.  To be honest most kids are until you sit them down and explain in exhausting detail all that you do for them, which is of course what I had to do.

Yesterday as I am dropping Emry off she reminds me for the tenth time to go to Walmart and get a sheet for her toga.  I feel hurt that my daughter doesn't know me that well and tell her I am absolutely not buying a new sheet, I will go to the thrift store later.  I grab one for $3 and am elated when it's 1/2 off.  I've also made stops to get  fasteners for the toga and spent time the previous day helping her make baklava.  It's actually very easy, but a tad time consuming.

The hardest part was having these sticky honey triangles of goodness staring me down for two days before Emry whipped them off to school.  She's lucky there were any left to take, those things are addicting.

So after the baklava, after the thrift store, after taking kids to school and play practice, checking their homework, reading to them, doing their laundry and dinner (homemade rolls, salmon served with homemade mango/avocado salsa and an arugula salad)  I had to dash off to a church meeting. (I kinda wanna point out that their breakfast was french toast made from homemade bread made after I had run 6 miles)

The point to all of this is I have energy in the morning.  I even have some leftover energy in the afternoon.  At night, NO.   I go from a loving mother to evil stepmother before my kids even know what happened.

I came home from my meeting, my, ahem, Church meeting only to have Emry not in bed but waiting for me to put her hair in curlers.  Ethan also came out of his room saying no one ever made him hot chocolate.  I was livid.  I was not sweet or caring or in the mood to homemake anything or do anyone's hair.  I wanted to crawl under my covers by myself and read for 30 minutes before crashing out.

I told Ethan in a firm but scary voice that it was his fault he hadn't asked his dad, his sister, his other sister or the dog to make his beloved hot chocolate.  Then I proceeded to tell Emry how exhausted I was and  ALL I did for her and did I really have to come home only to find yet ANOTHER task?

That answer would be yes.

She's a kid, so of couse she just stared at me with her big blue eyes like 'what the heck is this crazy woman rambling on about, isn't it her job to be at my beck & call?'

I did her hair.

I may have yanked it around a bit to let her know how seriously tired I was.  She has a freakishly hard head like I do so it probably didn't phase her.

One of these days I am going make them suffer and have cold cereal for breakfast.

I'll totally show them.