So here I am on day three of the rest of my life with three kids in school, and I have some thoughts.
It's extraordinarily weird to be so quiet for so long, but I really love it. I do periodically have the urge to go check on somebody who must be napping, which is the only way my brain seems to be able to account for the quiet.
I do not magically have less to do. I have more to do and fewer constant reminders to do it all.
I have reached the point in my life when my kids hurt my feelings. Repeatedly. Brutally. So that I cry. I have absolutely no idea how to handle this. But it doesn't seem to be changing for the better, so I guess I have to figure out how to deal with it. Example? Somebody told me he/she wanted lasagna. "Oh Mom! Please make lasagna! We haven't had lasagna in forever!" So yesterday, I went to the grocery store in a complete downpour and got supplies to make lasagna. I spent about 3 hours in preparation and cooking time, put it on the table and the kid said: "Mom, they are serving lasagna for lunch at school in a couple of days. That's what I wanted."
Meanwhile another kid was still annoyed and embarrassed by me because I walked the dog the school to pick them up. I still have no idea why that is such a problem. I thought I was doing a great job of multi-tasking. The dog was sweet. The kid...not so much.
Charleigh only has a half day today, though, so I'd better get cracking.
6 comments:
it cuts deep when your kids hurt your feelings, and sometimes its hard to forget the things they say in a heated moment. My prayer is that one day when they have their own children they will understand and remember and maybe even, say "I'm sorry...." some of my boys have a hard time with those two words, they would rather show you by their deeds or actions, others will say it without meaning and still others truly feel the depth of the meaning when they say it. I always wonder why we choose to hurt the people we love the most with our words????
Thank you, Sweet Cindy. I know for sure that I am not without fault. It just takes me by surprise and the sharp words start flying...and then I feel so sad that this was, just yesterday, my little baby that I would do anything to protect from harm. Bleh...I did NOT see this coming!
i think the lasagna would have been good :)
Awwwww Ness...I wonder if it shows they are growing up and showing some spirit, probably following your lead !
it's so hard to grow up. I remember what it was like to go to school and only wanting to be cool or to fit in and feeling completely ambarressed by completely "normal" things. And then hopefully somewhere along the way as we grow up we learn that there are more important things in life than how cool we are and what image we are showing our 'friends' but those lessons seem hard to learn and even fewer sometimes hard to come by. And I remember how ungrateful i was for things and how often i must have hurt my own grandmother's feeling and how deeply ashamed i am of that now.
Kaish hasn't started yet. He starts the day after Labor Day. Like all the normal schools in the world. : ) Or PA maybe : ) And the thought of him leaving me, well, it is just more than I can bear this year. I can't stand that he is growing so quickly. My heart keeps breaking.
I would have cried about the lasagne. Seriously cried. Although, my lasagne comes from Stauffers in a pre made pan, so maybe I wouldn't have cried that hard : )
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