Natalie has been gone about fifteen minutes and there's already been some hostility centering around William's Buzz Lightyear car that he got in California (and has recently resurfaced). Some of the conflict I presume was the result of low blood sugar. Hence, the sandwiches.
Tomorrow will be pay back time as I pawn my children off on Natalie so I can go to the dentist. It's my first appointment in a decade, which I thought was long enough to forget how much I really hate the dentist. It's not. I'm not afraid or anything; that would be silly. I just don't like when someone pokes at my gums with a pointy metal object and then claims it's my fault when they bleed. And we pay good money for this.
I'm hoping I can convince them to take off my permanent retainer. The secretary already tried to talk me out of it. Apparently as soon as the thing comes off my teeth will sproing out of alignment and I'll be as buck tooth as I was when I was ten. Instead, they'll cheerfully give me some floss threaders and encourage me to use them to torture myself every day, so that the torture in the dentist chair won't be so bad.
Mom/Auntie Jen duties I've performed since beginning this blog entry:
- Comforted Luke because Willliam "hurt him". I determined that this was another fight over the Buzz Lightyear car (even though we have a hundred similar hot wheels). Suggested to William that he really doesn't need to hold on to his car while he uses the computer.
- Moderated a disagreement between Luke and Patrick after Patrick claimed the chair that Luke was sitting on. Since we only have two child-sized computer chairs, I stacked some throw pillows for Luke. He seemed happy with that, though he stole the chair back at his earliest opportunity.
- Put the Buzz Lightyear car away after the boys continued to fight over it.
- Played blocks with Patrick.
- Played Elmo videos on my iPod for Jadzia.
- Changed Jadzia's poopy diaper.
- Changed Patrick's poopy diaper.
- Helped Luke on the potty.
- Helped Jadzia brush her teeth (at her request).
Edit: the boys won't be here for dinner after all. Their sister's parent-teacher interview was finished early. Both William and Luke were crying when Natalie walked in the door. Luke pushed William off a chair as his way of enforcing the "don't eat the cookie batter" guideline. I was hailed babysitter of the year.
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