orange you glad

Yesterday started my first, official day of summer, meaning I'm home with all four children, all day long.

I attempted to start off on the right foot making pancakes, not the kind that I usually 'make' by cooking them in the microwave, but the real homemade kind where you have to add water, plus I got fancy and added raisins.

Wyatt climbed down from his chair, walked over to the refrigerator and pulled on the handle to no avail. He then screamed at the door and yelled at me that he wanted juice. I told him just be patient, I opened the door and Wyatt pushed his way past me and then managed to dump an entire, nearly full glass of Powerade all over.

I turned to Henry and yelled, since I couldn't possibly blame Wyatt since he's 2 and could really care less what I say to him, 'Why didn't you finish your drink? It spilled all over the refrigerator."

He asks "Is it all gone?"

I replied, "Yes, it's all over the refrigerator; the lettuce, the eggs, it's a huge mess."

He starts to cry "I wanted to drink that"... sobs... "When will you get me more?"

That's when I turned all five-year-old on him, I replied "Never. I will never waste money on Powerade, because you obviously didn't like it. You just wasted money, you literally poured it (from my paper towels) down the drain."

Between Henry's sobs "Never?"

"Never!"

Daddy was there to break up the 'fight', telling Henry that he will get him some more if he really wanted some more another day.

Some days, it's so liberating to act like a five-year-old.

Later on during lunch, I taught them how to stick oranges in their mouths to look like teeth. It reminds me of when I was in the elementary school cafeteria making my own orange peel teeth, acting like the five-year-old that I was closer in age to then than I am now.

But whatever, I'm 30 something and it's still liberating to be five-years-old sometimes.

Orange you glad summer is only 3 months long?

I am.