Somehow, someway, someone has a plan for me.
I think I am being tested.
I am sure of it!
This was today, between the hours of 6:10 am and 7:30 am (80 Min's, yes I counted it!)
The day started out smoothly but took a turn when I really need the boys to start getting dressed for school.
First I told Francesco it was "splash day" and he had to put sunscreen on. He threw a fit and whined and cried the whole time I lathered him up. "I want my clothes on, I want a hug, I want to play my game, I don't want to splash" etc. all in full blown tears. Finally he all dressed, game in hand and quiet. (he did not need his swim stuff on till later in the morning)
Next, Nicolò was suppose to go to school dressed in his swim stuff, including swim shoes, since his class goes out early (it facilitates getting them outside quicker). Well, I thought Francesco threw a fit, but Nicolò topped that one 2 times over. I am talking full tears, quivering lip, practically hyperventilating. All that over getting sunscreen, swim trunks, swim shirt, swim shoes all. I thought once he was dressed he would calm down, NOT. I also did not understand the issue since he loves to swim and USUALLY come running and willing to get his swim stuff on.
So, Nicolò continues to be completely beside himself while my husband tries to console him. No luck, so we took the shoes off. Now he was a little better, but not really. Finally I took off his trunks, put on his short and regular socks and shoes. Now he was better.
We get to school and there is a handicap door that has a Blue Button that you push to make the doors open. Pushing the button is like having super powers to my boys. God forbid the other one hits the button, its insane the reaction.
Today as I got them out of the car I put Nicolò down and Francesco was un-belting himself. Nicolò bee-lined for the button as soon as his feet hit the ground, Francesco was not far behind him trying to close the gap and get there first, but did not. The second Nicolò's finger touched the button Francesco fell to the ground like he was hit by lightning and all his super powers drained right out of him. Believe when I say it was Traumatic, for him (and overly dramatic for me!).
Of course all of this occurs in the presence of a number of people just trying to get in the door to go to work. Then we, along with the other trying to get in the door, have to wait for it to close so he (Francesco) can now hit the button.
Lord Help me!
Finally we are at the door to school and I see the sign on the door that say "Reminder, tomorrow 6/8/10 is splash day! Don't forget to bring TOWELS!
I forgot TOWELS!
Then I think, whats the big deal neither one of my boys want to swim, maybe it won't be an issue.
As soon as Francesco sees his friends ready for splash day he want to get dressed (even though he is not suppose to because he is going out later in the morning). I try to explain to him that he will get ready later, full blown tears and a fit again. Then I get him dressed.
Lastly, as I go to leave they are filling up the pools outside and the kids are watching all excited. I say to Nicolò, you can't go unless you get changed. He come running and willing to get all dressed for splash day now.
I tell you this is a test!