Dinners and other related adventures

So it is almost 4:30 when the babysitter leaves for the day and that means it is almost dinner time. Dinner time in our house is sort of like a contest in which it is the kids vs myself. I try to assist one child getting a plate ready and as I am doing that the other one runs out of her seat. I wrestle that one back to her chair as the first one has dropped her plate all over the floor. I finally get both plates filled and on the table but as I try to fill my plate one of them will use it as an opportunity to either fight with each other, spill their drink (we are trying open cups), or instead of using a fork shove a handful of food into their mouths. Needless to say I do not look forward to mealtimes and often when its just me and the kids I do not get to really sit down to eat.

Making dinner in itself is a challenge. Typically Elizabeth is right under my feet trying to pull me one way or another as I am cooking up stuff in a scalding hot pan. While Samantha is aggravating Elizabeth to the point where they start fighting. I am amazed that no one has gotten burned so far. At my old house I had the kitchen gated off but since we are staying with my grandfather for the summer we are not able to do that in his style of kitchen so its pretty much a free for all.

This week is going to be spent preparing for vacation. We have not been to the beach in years so I am sure I will over pack everything as I tend to do. I need to make a list or something since I am very anxious that I am going to forget something important.

While a beach vacation sounds relaxing in reality going to the beach with a 4 year old with no safety awareness and a 2 year old daredevil is probably going to be anything but relaxing. Between hauling their stuff to the beach, chasing them down on the beach, changing diapers, and making sure everyone is fed it will likely be a rough week for me. Maybe I should buy a case of wine to take down to drink after they are in bed. =)