Tonight we had FHE (family home evening). It was about setting goals. We all set one (or several)goals. And then we set a goal as a family:
To be more like Jesus by being nicer to each other.
So after FHE we had some dinner. Emily pinched Nathalie. Emily was sent to time-out. Nathalie got reprimanded for singing Little Mermaid loudly (to the point of being unable to hear).
Enter bedtime. 7:55, girls lights out. Lots of giggling escalates into whoops and shrieks. I go up there. Put them back in bed. Several minutes later, little footsteps thumping down the hall. Matt goes up. 8:30, still laughter coming from their room, constant for the last 30 minutes. I go up there. Matt goes up there. 8:45, I am putting Charlotte to bed. Still constant giggling and laughter. I lose it. Yell at the kids. Matt scolds them. They are sad. I am stressed, Matt is stressed. We bicker for a minute about the kids.
9:15, Charlotte is crying. Girls are talking and laughing. I go up. Lose it again and make Emily go to the toy room to sleep on the couch in there. Both girls crying, plus Charlotte too. Matt goes up there. Saves the day. Calms the girls down. Charlotte cries herself to sleep.
9:30, Nathalie is crying. I go up there. Retrieve her blanket. Emily is crying. Ask Emily what is wrong and she says, "I want Daddy." I ask, "Why?" She doesn't respond. I say, "Because I'm mean?" A nod. Yes.
EPIC. RESOLUTION. FAIL.
That was quick.
Even though the visit was short, only Sunday evening, it was worth every minute. Matt made some delicious burgers, the girls and I cooked up dessert and there was a hold of lot of book reading, cuddling, playing and holding going on.
We sure loved our night with Grandpa. I'm so lucky to have a wonderful husband, a wonderful dad and a wonderful father-in-law. It's the good life.
