Happy New Year!
Wishing you all the best in 2020.
Everyone’s talking about their goals for the new year. I’m not sure what mine are.
Well, besides making sure the kids eat, get to soccer practice and games on time. They should probably get to school on time too. Hmm…
I should probably try to get to work on time too. Ya, that’s a good one.
Staying organized. Being positive. Finally get that business up and running. Get some writing done…
Nope, I have no goals for this year.
Tears 2 days before because Baby Girl was going to miss us all having fun together like we did this summer.
Feeling disorganized and not equipped to handle the new school year right up until I dropped them off this morning.
Realizing my friends were going through some of the same things.
Yup…another school year has begun!
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…
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!
I grew up as an only child. My friends took the place of the siblings I didnt have growing up. So I sometimes have a hard time understanding how my kids can love each other one minute and fight like crazy people one second later. How can one blue pencil cause screaming and tears, when there are literally 40 other pencils in their school supply cabinet?
How does a discussion about what TV show to watch turn into one kid stomping upstairs and slamming her door ( Ummm…excuse me? Unless you pay the mortgage…you have NO door slamming privileges). By the way, there’s a TV upstairs too.
I’ve been told time and again that this is normal. But sometimes I wonder if I’m doing something wrong. Some days I try to find the lesson in every situation and talk to them about the importance of love and respect for each other. To which I receive the blank stare. Ugh… other times I just want to lock them in their rooms until they’re old enough to move out.
Is that wrong???
When both of my kids are on the phone…
Baby girl talking to one of her friends from her old school, playing Prodigy.
Diva girl talking on the landline to her cousin as they play fortnite.
…I’ve come to the realization that this is my Friday.
But I’m the only one old enough to drink so there…