I typed this blog last Monday afternoon (4/20/15) while at Anna's gymnastic practice:
Roger and I are neck deep
in the whole parenting adventure.
I thought we were neck deep in the
parenting adventure when we had two toddlers and got annoyed when I
would hear “it only gets harder” from those who had children that
were older than ours.
But now I should apologize to the people that
I rolled my eyes at.
It DOES get harder.
Or maybe it is just hard in
a different, more emotional way.
To be fair, my body doesn't ache at
night like it used to when I was chasing toddlers through the house
and it is only every other night that I am up with a screaming child.
I will say that the elementary school years have been more emotional
than I expected. On a daily bases I am screamed at and told that I am
a horrible person by the same two little humans who then turn around
and tell me I am the “best mom EVER.” And can you believe that
in 1st grade the girl drama has already started?
This morning my alarm
didn't go off at 5am like it was suppose to.
(Or maybe it did go off
and I just didn't hear it.)
I had intended on getting up early enough
to make some final touches on a presentation that I was to give in my
9am class.
That didn't happen.
Instead, Rog got the kids up and going
while I showered and then, bless his heart, ran to print off my
papers while I finished getting dressed and the kids to the bus. The
bus driver chuckled when all three of us (the kids and I) walked out
the front door with our backpacks on. I'm sure we were a sight, me
with my wet hair, Anna with her jacket half on.
It was a miracle I made it
to class only 15min late
This afternoon I have
skipped class so Roger can lecture in an evening class at the
seminary.
Since I was driving from Georgetown as he was driving to
Georgetown, we met in Midway for lunch.
Hi husband! Bye Husband!
You gotta be
super sneaky and creative when you are neck deep in parenting or you will NEVER see each other. I mean, you will SEE each other, but you will not SEE each other. You'll just be space cadets staring at a wall.
When
I got back home at 3pm I got the kids off the bus, Anna to gymnastics and
while she practiced I helped Paul with his homework. I'm a tad bit EXCITED that his soccer practice was canceled because of rain. Normally he has practice right after Anna.
I'm trying to
pump myself up about making dinner, cleaning up after dinner, getting
kids bathed, and to bed, but boy oh boy am I tired. I. AM. TIRED.
I find solace in knowing that other parents have days that they too are clinging to sanity by their finger nails, no matter the age of their children.
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