Stress ...kind of

     So, let's see. My kids are nuts. Hence, my life is nuts.  Let me back up a little. I love nap time. It's like, by far, my favorite part of the day. I try so hard to get all my kids to sleep at the same time. I need that peace and quiet during the day to refocus my brain and get through the afternoon and evening. I love bedtime too, but nap time is definitely my fave. The kids have been increasingly difficult to get consistent naps from here lately. It's like they do well for a few days, and then all of the sudden, no naps for 3 days straight. I don't get it.  They need naps.  Their tiny little bodies need that rest to function properly. Today was Anna's turn to not nap. She stayed in her room the whole time, and she was pretty quiet for the most part, but still ... she didn't sleep. I got the occasional "MOM!" and I'd go in there only to have her say, "I wanna get up." Too bad Anna, you must rest. Am I crazy for requiring my children to be in their room, in the bed, and quiet for two hours every day? Maybe.  By this evening, Anna was a mess.  She was too tired to function. She didn't want to eat. She didn't want to do anything. If she had just listened to me earlier and slept her life would've been much easier this evening.
   Why don't kids listen to their parents? Is there a child out there (aside from the obvious answer) who listens to their parents all the time? I'm thinking not. Even the "best" kid must have their moments of rebellious weakness, right? I know I did. My kids do...I'm sure my husband did.
     While I was cooking dinner tonight, Allison nearly smashed Emilee's 4th and 5th digits off of her right hand. Seriously. Nearly.Smashed.Off. I tell them all, repeatedly to not play with doors. Don't open them if their closed. Don't close them if their open. I had my little finger smashed in the hinge side of the door when I was in preschool. It had to be surgically reattached. Since then, it has always been my fear that it would happen to some other kid I was with. It's happened to Anna before ... kind of. She's had her thumb smashed in the front of the door but nothing major.  Tonight, Emilee had her hand smashed in the hinge part of the door.  Alli and Emilee were playing in the bedroom and when they left, Alli shut the door behind her. Unfortunately, Emilee's hand was in the back of the door. And when Emilee started screaming, Alli freaked out and froze and wouldn't open the door back up. Codey went running, Emilee was screaming in pain, Allison was screaming in fright, and Anna was yelling at Alli for hurting Emilee.  It was crazy.
     I'm too tired to finish.  I'll write some more tomorrow. Night.