Instead, it was painful. PAINFUL.
Apparently, a tired, moody, pregnant woman and a tired, moody teething toddler can't have fun past seven o'clock. And if you're both hungry, waiting on a pizza to cook . . . it is even WORSE.
Sigh.
I had such hope and excitement as I looked forward to our Thursday evening: Daddy would be out late; The Little Lady and I would make a delicious pizza; we would be creative and color BEEYOUTEEFUL Easter eggs.
I forgot (oh, HOW did I forget) there is a reason as to why I gleefully look forward to Daddy's homecoming each evening: The Little Lady after 7 pm is a MUCH different Little Lady.
There were Tears. Screams. Sighs. Things were thrown. She was A Little Hyde -- no longer a sweet wee little thing. I was scared.
Did I mention she's teething?????? Thank you very much, Two Year Molars.
Then, I brought out the ingredients for the pizza, and -- for a few glorious moments -- all was right with the world.
The Little Lady helped me stir and flatten the dough, but her REAL job was to be in charge of the cheese (a fact of which she reminded me every time I tried to help: "MY TUHN, MOMMY," she would yell, pushing my hand away).
Our peaceful, fun time, however, was short lived. As soon as the pizza was in the oven, the Little Lady reverted back to the screaming banshee of earlier. . . .oh, wait. I think I called her a Little Hyde, didn't I? Well, anyway -- it wasn't a pretty sight or experience.
Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, pacified her. The wait for our pizza was horrible . . .especially since I accidentally turned the oven off when the pizza went in. AHHH!!!!!! Was NOTHING to go right during this evening?
Finally, after realizing my mistake and turning the oven back on, our dinner was ready. She was happy again . . . for a little bit.
GRRRRRRR you incoming teeth!!!!!
The Easter eggs stayed white and bedtime came early last night. Our girls' night was definitely NOT a success but at least we both got to eat. That's always a plus in my world.
Of course, when Daddy came home, he couldn't understand why I was passed out on the couch . . . with pizza sauce all over me.
The look I gave him when he woke me up told him that he should drop the matter. Which, he did.
He's a smart boy sometimes.
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I remember those days...the witching hour is what we called it.
that looks like a great pizza, Ill have a slice.
great photo friday
I remember it all too well :) hugs...awesome pizza and so cute pictures!
7:00 seems to be our witching hour, too.
The last picture is too cute! She looks so excited to be helping. At least there are a couple shining moments amidst the...other moments.
Have a great weekend!
there is always today
Those pics with the pizza are great. Too bad the smiles didn't last longer.
Ah the witching hour. I have that with two right now and it's LOVELY. I have one getting his one year molars I think and one getting his two year molars. She looks precious in the pics if that is solace? :)
she won't be two forever
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I swear I just had the exact same TWO days you just did. Yoi. Have a great weekend/Easter...and make hubby give you some ALONE time. :-)
sometimes it's difficult to feel sorry for them, even when you know there are pieces of BONE pushing through their little baby gums!!! i bet the pizza was yummy tho
Oh man!!! Hope they get in and stop bugging her so she can be more fun! Cute pictures of her helping with the pizza.
Oh I feel for you. I had a similar night with my little man - grant he's 7 months but the teeth are coming in. He seemed to find every time I need to hear something, or talk to someone to scream endlessly, he didn't want to nurse, but he didn't want to be held, but he didn't want to be put down.... it was like he was in a hamster ball that I was juggling! In fact that might have been easier to manage. Then 40 minutes later he was content and happy... then repeat for another hour... and then bed time... MY husband still is not home, but that's ok - blogging has been a good outlet to wind down from my banshee.
Don't you mean witching hourS? I so feel your pain.
Aww, you poor thing! At least the pizza looked yummy so preggo-lady got some food in her belly! :-)
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Oh no! I'm sorry your girls' night did not go as planned! I hope the pizza was tasty anyway. :)
Been there done that! Hopefully you can have another GN and it will be better!
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She's adorable! In that last pick, I can see her personality...of the after 7 variety. lol.
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