It's only eight o'clock. I just finished giving Terry a shower, and the boys are finally almost in bed. It's been a long, long day.
Everyone was so tired out from the heat that we slept in, which made us start the day off late, which threw off eating schedules, which threw off everything else...basically it snowballed into a pretty pathetic day. Everybody was hot and tired which resulted in bad tempers all around. It's not so bad with Terry--he's too young to get very upset and just flares up, then calms down. Klyde, though, is a champion sulker. Much sulking went on today. Also whining.
We went to the library, which I thought would be wonderful, but the boys were too restless. We tried to read to them but they complained about our literary choices (not enough Captain Underpants!) then wandered off to pull books from the shelves. The librarians were happy we left. We tried to get them to at least walk around with us, but four- and seven-year-olds don't see the draw in architecture and dusty leather books.
When we got home, we denied them not only the TV and the computer but also--horror of horrors!--the DS. This apparently was our little Harlem version of the Intolerable Acts. More sulking ensued. Then there was trouble with dinner due to lack of ingredients and then general silliness and a lot of water all over the bathroom.
Hopefully things will get better tomorrow, but what kind of mom am I going to end up as in a few years if I can't even handle two little boys for three days?
Living here is just so tiring; nothing is close-by or easy to get to. In the words of a street performer, "When said and done, it's not easy. This is New York."