My car is the typical kid car. It is full of toys on the floor, sticky seats and old food crushed all over the place. We try and clean the car out once a month or whenever it gets to be too much but it’s hard when I know it will just get dirty again.
Just looking at this picture makes me want to go scrub my car. It is so hard to keep a clean car with young kids. How do people do it?
My kids have to have their toys in the car with them. It doesn’t matter where we are going, they have to bring a toy along with them. I can understand why, the car can get boring and it’s also a comfort thing. After years of telling the kids they can only bring one or two things and always having a fight about it I started letting them bring their backpacks. If it doesn’t fit into their backpacks, then they can’t bring it. Also it helps with cleaning out the car when you get home.
Do you let your kids bring toys into the car when you go places? How many toys do you let them bring?
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When I was young, I never understood why my parents always wanted to take naps. Fast forward years later and now I understand completely.
When I was pregnant with Miss. K, I had the hardest time sleeping, I was never comfortable. Then when I had her I couldn’t sleep because of the demands of being a new mom. Not to mention, when I did sleep I would wake up in a panic and check if she was breathing. (Hopefully, I’m not the only parent who has done this.)
As she has gotten older she has turned into a morning person. She wakes up before the roosters, and we have lived next to a rooster so I know this. Once Mr. H was about 2.5 years old she would wake him up when she got up in the morning. She would wake him up and beg him to go play with her, he is now awake sometimes before her. In my house, 6:30 AM is sleeping in. It does not matter what time our kids go to bed, they will still wake up between 6-6:30 AM. In fact, if they go to bed past 10 PM then they will almost always be up around 5 AM. I do not understand this but it’s just what my kids’ bodies do.
These past three weeks Miss. K and Mr. H have decided to change things up a bit by waking me up at 5:45 AM. I am usually woken up by Miss. K reading or by them fighting and someone got hurt. Why, WHY? Why can’t they just play in their room quietly? Why do they want the whole house awake when they are? They have the Ok to Wake clock in their room and it is set to turn at 7 AM but they are awake well before that. Luckily, this clock has been a lifesaver as they know they cannot come out of their room until it lights up. My mom always said, “energy is wasted on the youth,” and I totally agree with her! That all said, I may have dark circles under my eyes and my body might drag from day to day but I would not have it any other way. I may have given up on getting restful sleep but the snuggles I get in the morning make mornings my favorite time with my kids.
Do you ever regret simple things? Like you do something to try and help yourself in the moment but end up hurting yourself in the near future? Yeah, that was me today.
We were running late for Miss. K’s ballet class and I was desperate to get Mr. H’s hands dipped in the garlic oil (see this post for more on that) and he just would not do it. I tried talking to him about what it was, I dipped my own hand in it to show him it was safe, I talked about his feelings, but nothing worked, he was just too far gone. Bad mom moment, I started bribing him. I finally said “do you want some chocolate?” Of course he said yes because chocolate is his favorite. He then dipped his fingers in the garlic oil then we washed his hands to get the oil off and then he was quickly rewarded with chocolate. Then out the door we went.
Fast forward 20 minutes later and the sugar rush had hit his tiny body. We are talking a running, yelling, not listening, licking the mirrors in the studio kind of sugar high. Now I do not know if there is a study on this, but I swear to you when a 3 year old gets a sugar high it’s by far worse than at any other age. After about an hour of him running rampid through the studio waiting room, he was finally starting to slow down. I was able to calm him down by letting him watching Cat In the Hat on Netflix. Thank you, Netflix!
Once it was time to go home he was my sweet, back to normal little boy again. Lesson learned… NEVER bribe Mr. H with chocolate unless I am headed to a bouncy house.