Aliens Have Abucted My Children and I Like It

Wednesdays are normally tough nights in our house. It's hump day of my work week (T/W/TH) and the boys are wiped from two full days out of the house in school. It doesn't help that Griffin only naps periodically at school and Brennan has been on a complete school nap strike. By the time we arrive home, I am guaranteed some bickering and screaming leading to tantrums with tears. Lots of tears.

But then there is today. After I picked Brennan and Griffin up, we headed to grab Aidan who goes to my Aunt's house after school. Aidan hopped into the car munching on a bag of chips he clutched in his hand. I counted to ten, knowing the inevitable brawl that was about to occur when Brennan realized he didn't have chips. I was surprised to hear this:

Brennan: "You have chips Aidan?"

Aidan: "Yes."

Brennan: "Can I have some chips Aidan?"

"Sure," Aidan replies as he hands him a handful of chips.

Brennan: "Thank you Aidan."

Aidan: "You're welcome."

Hmmmm, what is this? Sharing? Manners? Kindness? I was afraid to even comment and incur the wrath that is the jinx of mommies everywhere.

We arrived home moments later. On normal Wednesdays, one or two of my children will dissolve into hysterics by the time the front door is shut. This is followed by rapid fire demands cried at me in high pitched whines. "I want to watch tv." "I want dinner." "I want milk." "I have to go potty." "I want my binky." "I want my blankie." For twenty to thirty minutes after arriving home, I manage to comply with continuous demands and extinguish the fires of hysteria brought on by sheer exhaustion in my children. And on each and every Wednesday, I question my decision to work. Because it is that bad.

Today? We walk in the house. Aidan volunteers to take Brennan's shoes off for him. I settle Griffin in the high chair with a snack and offer to put on a Caillou episode while I make dinner. I brace myself for the nightly fight over the television selection. (Brennan likes Curious George. Aidan is more a Super Why kid.)

"Caillou!" The boys yell with jubilation as they happily settle onto the couch without one demand, without one whine and without one tear.

I make dinner in a peaceful, quiet kitchen and enjoy the babbles of Griffin from his high chair. The boys eat dinner - even taking the required bites of veggies without a whine in sight. At this point, I am convinced. Aliens have abducted my children and replaced them with robots. Is it bad I may want to keep these little robots? Maybe just for a little while?