So after the debacle that occured Sunday night/all day Monday, the rest of this week has been pretty tame. Tuesday and Wednesday DH was nice and sensitive to my needs, and children were mostly tolerable. However, when we picked up skids from daycare on Wednesday afternoon, SS3 said "Daddy, Kyle loves you and me but not (myname) and (SD5)!" Kyle is his stuffed dog that he took to daycare that day. DH quickly told him that was not nice and he needed to apologize to me and SD5 for saying that, and that Kyle surely didn't mean what he said. "Yes he does!" SS3 proclaims. DH tells him again he needs to apologize, but SS3 sidetracks him by acting silly and then throwing a tantrum in the middle of the hallway on the floor. He cries in the car until we get to BM's house (for her 45 minutes of supervised visitation), and then when we get home, begins to throw multiple tantrums again because I told him he couldn't watch TV when we got home due to his fit at daycare. He is pretty emotional the rest of the night, and then when he finally calms down, SD5 starts crying, like she does every night before bed, because she "doesn't know how or when to fall asleep."

Thursday (yesterday) was my birthday, so I got to spend an entire glorious day at home just laying around, watching TV, and napping, ALONE! DH picked me up on his lunch break to take me to lunch, and I got a yummy Frisco melt and double chocolate fudge shake from Steak n Shake. When he got home with the skids after work, SD5 and SS3 run in the room. SS3 says, "Happy birthday!" and SD5 says "No! We're supposed to tell her to close her eyes!" and SS3 starts throwing a fit.. we solve it, I receive my birthday gifts from DH: red velvet cake, chocolate truffles, roses, a card, and a certificate good for one day at the spa (can't wait!), plus a card made for me at school by SD5. The night looked iffy when SS3 thre about 4 fits in the span of 10 minutes because I kept telling him no when he asked if we could eat cake NOW instead of after dinner. After a good time out session, I talked to SS3 and let him know I wasn't telling him he couldn't have cake right now to be mean, but just because I told him we couldn't ruin our dinner. I also told him that I would like for him to try and be nice the rest of the night for my birthday, and he agreed. DH and I told him that unless both kids were nice for the rest of the night, we would not eat cake at all (until of course they went to bed >:)).

They behaved pretty well the rest of the night, so they got cake when we got home.. then of course they were on a sugar high and wouldn't go to sleep on time, so my alone time with DH was cut short.

But hey, all in all this has been a good week after the Monday blowout, but my feelings about weekends are a love/hate thing. I love that I get to (kind of) sleep in, but the good thing about work days is I get to sit in my nice, quiet office without kids screaming in the background. Weekends consist of getting woken up by kids between 7-8AM normally, feeding them, doing stuff with them all day, then putting them to bed, going to sleep, repeat. Sometimes I am more stressed when the weekend is over than I am on Friday afternoons! Does anyone else deal with this?

I asked DH if sometime before the baby is born if we can go downtown and rent a hotel room for the night, go out to dinner, and walk around the town. He said he would be down, but we're not sure of an overnight babysitter yet, and he wasn't sure if we would be able to afford it. I told him it was really important to me to be able to do this before the baby is born in October, and I think that gives us plenty of time to save up money, don't you? Besides, my friend said she could hook us up with either a free or highly discounted really nice room downtown, as she is the property manager of a really nice apartment complex that also rents out the model rooms on a nightly basis, so it's like a hotel room.

Anyone have any weekend coping strategies? I am just going to try to start exercising more on Weekends instead of trying to use them as off-days.

Corgi Mom