There was a mother who was rescued this afternoon. Rescued from the chaos that is her own late afternoon, post-preschool mini-hell-- ah, the witching hour. Oh yeah, I'm that lucky mother. And lucky I am, because I finally took the advice of my pediatric acupuncturist sister, and bought this stuff called "Rescue Remedy".
It is safe for children, and my adorable children were about to be rescued from the evil spirits that overtake their poor little minds and bodies each afternoon... I was so excited.
Leaving preschool I tell them that I have a treat for them-- my three year old lives for "treats". I give them each a Rescue Remedy Pastille -- it was like a somewhat gummy, kind of yummy, somethin for your tummy wummy. I don't know why I couldn't stop myself from writing that. Anyway, I slipped them the so-called treats. This thing is kind of a crossover lozenge, gummy bear meets hard candy. My kids had not eaten either yet. They wanted to chew it- but it was too hard. I tried to teach them how to suck it (you are really sick)-- but they didn't really get it. After about 30 seconds they both spit the thing out (in my hand of course), and we moved on to plan B-- the Rescue Remedy spray.
I was pretty sure they would not be into having something sprayed into their mouths, but they were all about the spray-- freaking loved it.
On most days our car ride home is full of seat kicking, someone saying they want ________(fill in the blank with -water, cookies, etc.) over and over and over, and other random chaos. But today this was our ride home:
Ok, I know they look stoned, but what they're actually staring at is the Clifford the Big Red Dog movie. And they were really, really, really relaxed-- and it was sooo nice.
When we got home my little one was crying and demanding cake (which we never have, but he constantly asks for). Instead, they were doing this:
That's play dough they're playing with there. And that's peace and quiet I hear-- instead of our usual witching hour insanity.
Needless to say, I have a new best friend-- in a little yellow bottle.
And as a secondary little ditty for today:
On the Sydney radio station 106.5 today they had a "guest chef" who came on to tell listeners the history of Smores and how to make them. Apparently all Americans love Smores, and they are an American specialty which began with the settlers because they loved to camp. And the way you make them is, I definitely cannot type this without laughing...
"You take two chocolate chip cookies and put marshmallows and chocolate in between them to make a sandwich-- then you pop them in the oven for 15 minutes."
For a country which loves the "barbie" (that's Australian for BBQ) as much as they do, you'd think they would have been all over that more authentic method.
I love it, the official Smores recipes now involves chocolate chip cookies and an incompetent Australian oven...
ah, the little things in life.