SOME DAYS…

SOME DAYS…

 

Some days I feel frustrated. Raising two kids and working full time. Trying to make sure my family is happy and secure. It’s not that I don’t want to do these things, but where is my time? When do I get a chance to just unwind and do something that is strictly for me? It seems as if I never have the time to do the things that I want to do; like write more often. Maybe even start a business. Sometimes I’m just too tired at the end of the day, that it just seems better to give in and give up. Between these feelings and then the guilt that follows, I feel unsettled and definitely frustrated.

Then I have a day like today. A beautiful day, not too hot, but just hot enough. Diva girl wakes up, and asks if she can go to church with her nana. Baby girl doesn’t cry when they leave, she just wants to go outside to blow bubbles. It’s 9 am on a Sunday in the middle of summer…why not? We blow bubbles from those dollar store jars of suds and she chases them and counts them…”1, 2, 5, 8!” After 15 minutes, she’s bored and we go back inside so that I can start cooking and she can change her dolly’s diaper. She sings and rocks her dolly to sleep and comes to tell me that she’s making dolly soup. Why not…?

When Diva girl gets home, we have lunch and then we try our best to conquer Angry Birds on the tablet. At five, she is already kicking my behind. The TV is off and the windows and doors are open. The girls are playing and arguing….but what else is new? Then they make up and we dance to a silly beat that they make up using unsharpened pencils as drumsticks.  We read a book, I change diapers and soothe hurt feelings and kiss boo boos.  We laugh, we hang out and my girls jump on me for tickle time.

What the heck is there to be frustrated about anyway?

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FREE TIME

FREE TIME

It’s 11pm and the kids are asleep. Why don’t I just go to bed? I’m tired, but I feel as if this is the only time for me to get something done for myself. Maybe I’m just not organized enough to get things done at a more reasonable hour. Yup, that’s probably it. Okay, fine…I’m getting off the laptop and getting organized for tomorrow, so that I’m not yelling at the kids to hurry up and rushing to get Diva girl to school before the bell rings.

Sigh…who am I kidding? I’m going to watch a recorded episode of Coronation Street then go to bed.

A little yelling never hurt anybody….did it?