The Cavalry

This week is spring break for the Auburn School District. As such, the boys have been home. Alex started spring break off with a bang, racking up 103+ temps last Friday with a heck of a virus. He checked out ok, but didn’t get over his fevers until Monday. So the “no school” days came, Alex is better, and they both want to play with their friends… but their friends are sick now.

As you can imagine, they’ve been getting a little stir crazy. Yesterday wasn’t just a bad work day, but also a bad “kid” day. My bad mood probably rubbed off on them a little bit, but they were at each other’s throats much of the day. Alex has been avoiding paying Nikolas back the “Doodads” (our positive reward system) he owed from a deal they had made a couple weeks ago, and Alex also needed to earn Doodads to invite a friend for a sleepover, and so both Dad and Nikolas were nagging him to earn what he had owed, which put him in a bad mood, as he was also limited to doing things that didn’t cost any Doodads to do. It even came to a point where Nikolas was cutting a deal for Alex to play a game with him that Alex didn’t want to play, in exchange for Doodads. Yeah, they’re practically money around here. That didn’t end well, ‘cus Nikolas made a mistake in the game that caused him to lose, and so he threw a fit.

But then the Cavalry came. Well, it came today, anyway. Better late than never. After being threatened to lose not only the ability to have his friend over, but also permission to be rescued from self imposed house arrest by the Cavalry, Alex finally did what was necessary to pay his brother back and have his friend stay over. And so… GRANDPA (aka the Cavalry) rescued both of them from the boring house that Dad works in to spend the day traipsing all over here and back, with a long pitstop at the Pacific Science Center.

The boys get to have some fun. Grandpa gets some more grandkid time, and I get less fighting and noise while I’m working. Yay for me. Hopefully things are going ok for Grandpa. He always says things went well, but I have a hard time imagining a day where the boys don’t have a disagreement of some kind.