I felt bad for laughing but I couldn’t help it. The Monday before school started (today!!) I took the kids to play on the Slip-n-Slide for a few hours with their cousins in the morning. It was a sunny day, by the way. Then they spent four hours playing in the pool and I gave them Happy Meals in the car. I knew what I was doing. I had agreed/volunteered to take the kids all day so my husband could work on a project but I had done my job and then some and was ready to be done, hard stop. My husband agreed to take over when I got home around 5:30. He then took the boys to the playground and finally pulled the pin on the grenade and announced that it was bedtime. The four year old melted down spectacularly, with sustained screaming and door pounding and parent-hitting and insulting. Story and songtime were canceled. There was a sobbing guilt trip because an offer to say goodnight to me was revoked after he (the child) was a dick about it.
My daughter likes to tell me "Mommy you have a baby in your belly." I do not. Thaaaaanks kiddo.