Jet lag has been a beast for my little Calton boys. They are so tired. And it's been just glorious waking up at midnight, only to see I still have 5 more hours of sleep left to be a normal person out here.
They have been so dead tired, and we've done everything in our power to keep them from taking 5 hour naps... what's wrong with this picture?
Because they aren't sleeping regularly, they of course aren't eating regularly. I feel like if I could just get them to eat a snickers it would at least be something.
So we went to a french bakery. Let's just say, the heavens were merciful on the land of edible chicken feet and 1,000 year old eggs, and blessed them with the finest bakeries known to man. I'm talkin' like Tim might've reconsider even dating me if he knew how I could clean house at a place like this. Cheese cake puddings, custards envied by the gods, doughnuts and breads filled with pounds of butter. Oh the worthy indulgences.
We went there for dinner... 'nuff said.
Hunter still wouldn't eat... just one little doughnut. I felt like force feeding him. Did I pack an eye dropper?! I mean this was getting frustrating. I knew I was asking for a tantrum. So I did what any book-reading parent would do. I pulled out the ultimatums.
"If you don't take a bite of this custard Hunter... I'll take away your Geo Track Train Set tonight!!" The little 4 year old mouth wrinkled with tightness. I gave Tim that look of I'm gonna take this too far, and blurted out "Hunter, if you don't take this bite, you don't get to go to sleep when we get to the Hotel tonight". I said it half jokingly, really. What parent says something like that?! Just when I heard myself say it, and Tim heard it too, we look to see an open mouth. We settled with just the bite and went to the hotel to sleep at 6:00 PM.
Grateful Friday
4 days ago
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