A few days ago I was Mean Mommy. It was a busy day; there was a lot of running around, so there was a lot of hurrying of the children going on, and yelling, and short tempers, and time outs, and more yelling, and threatened beatings and that sort of thing. I ended the day feeling like I had been, overall, very BAD.
So the next day I decided to take a whole day off to have fun with the kids, practicing being Nice Mommy. I wouldn't try to accomplish anything. I wouldn't go anywhere. The house would go to pot, I knew. But I was determined that the kids know that I loved them and that I wasn't completely and utterly like the witch who tried to eat Hansel, which Daphne is fond of telling me I'm like whenever I ask her to clean up her room.
In the morning, I told the kids that it was going to be a fun day. I don't know if Daphne misheard me or if it was her usual penchant or coming up with wacky names, but she announced to me later, "Today is a Frank Day!" When I asked her what that meant, she told me it meant treats and games and hugs and kisses and only having fun. So Frank Day it has become.
Frank Day consisted of...
The Chewing of Gum
The Playing of iTouches and iPhones
The Eating of Twinkies
The Lighting and Blowing Out of Candles, which I think was the highlight of the kids' day.
The Playing of Play-dough
The Making of Play-dough snakes ( a special talent of mine)
The Making of Playdough ducks
The Making of Play-dough ducks being attacking Play-dough snakes, which I think was the highlight of my day.
There was other funness to be found but things eventually got so crazy fun that we forgot to take pictures.
Suffice it to say that the kids hope Frank comes to visit more often. So does Nice Mommy. (Mean Mommy secretly hopes there will be lots more time outs.)
p.s. My birthday is on Friday. I'm only mentioning it so that you can all send me presents if you so wish. Or if presents aren't on the menu this year, comments?