Traveling with children.
It’s always a bit stressful, even when they’re no longer toddlers. You still worry that they have everything they might need. Trying not to over pack or overthink it all. For me, its always a struggle. Then the moment of dismay when you realize you’ve forgotten something “essential”.
The Soccer Diva will be 13 next year. I told her she’s doing all her own packing next time. She looked at me like I was crazy. Baby girl still has a way to go. But they did pack their own carry on bag, so we’re half way there…?
Now if they could pay for their own plane tickets…
Baby Girl asked me the other day why parents don’t get Summer vacation too.
I thought it was a valid question.
Who’s idea was it to make the Summer mandatory working months?
Have you no heart?
I could be home every day with the kids, spending money…on the kids
Breaking up fights and cleaning up the mess that they make and refuse to clean themselves
Hearing “Mom…” every five minutes of every day…
Ooohhh…now I get it.
The first week of Summer break is now behind us. I was able to work from home this week. My husband thinks that this should be said with air quotes as if I do no work. I wish he was right. Baby Girl thought staying home with mom was going to be filled with amazing adventures. Instead it was filled with “Just give Mommy 20 more minutes, ” and “We need to hurry, because I have to get back to work “. I could see it happening but I still needed to get my work done. There were also 2 visits to the walk in clinic for both girls. There were errands to run that I never have time to do.
So today, I promised her that we would go to the splash pad. After 2 hours sitting in the walk in clinic and rushing home to check emails and trying to figure out lunch or at least a snack until lunch…we finally made it to the splash pad. There was the promise of a thunderstorm but we made it home just in time.
It was a bit tricky at times and there were moments of frustration, but the week turned out fairly well. Wish I could CD work from home more often.
But that was only week one. I could be delirious due to the amazing weather…
Hope you mamas all had a beautiful Mother’s day.
Mine was quite nice.
It started off with a few pouts and some arguing…
No, it wasn’t me this time!
But my girls pulled it together and we grabbed Nana and had a nice brunch after church.
The hubby made a lovely dinner and a good time was had by all.
Who do I have to pay to change every day to Mother’s day?
You know that feeling you get when you hear that sound?
The loud crash or bang…
and then silence…
Then someone yelling “MOM!”
You’re moving quickly but all the while hoping that you’re running for no good reason.
Then you get there and someone is holding a part of their body and sometimes there’s no sound, no crying…just silence.
I think I’d rather the crying.
But while one of them explains in a panicked voice what happened…
Usually something they know they shouldn’t be doing…
All you can think to yourself is…I just want to hold you and shake the (fill in the blank) out of you right now.
You check for lumps, bumps, bleeding or signs of a concussion or broken bones.
The relief that comes from knowing that they’re okay is quickly followed by wanting to knock their heads together for being so foolish.
But of course, you’re just happy that they’re okay.
Ya…that’s the feeling.
The new year is now in full swing!
The kids are oh-so-excited to be back at school.
We’ve got another year ahead of us to be the BEST parents we can be!
Woo Hoo! Yeah! We can do this!
Who am I kidding?
Wake me up for Spring vacation…I should be ready by then.
A new year!
We’re so blessed to see a new one.
Another year to watch our children grow into who they are supposed to become.
Another year to grow with them and figure out who we are as parents.
Another year to make mistakes and learn from them.
Another year to check our social media accounts and realize that we’re horrible parents compared to other people.
Another year to forget to pay for the pizza lunches or field trips.
Another year to miss the school council meeting or bring in store bought baked goods when everyone else baked from scratch.
Another year to feel guilty and wonder why you ever thought you could be a parent.
Another year to stay awake nights worrying about your kids for one reason or another.
Another year to remind them that money doesn’t grow on trees.
Another year to say things like “because I SAID so!” and “don’t make me say it twice!”
Another year to pray for them to successfully navigate this thing called LIFE.
Another year to love them unconditionally.
Happy New Year!