365/ week 26: ain't all bliss
As the first unofficial week of summer (as in no school for my kids/warmish weather/summer rain storms...we'll chalk it up to summer) I was reminded on the simplicity and the complicated moments that comes from my mini's being home.
I worked from home this week, while I devised a plan with activities each day that would allow them to get some TV time but not couch potato in front of it all day, got them plenty of time to play outside and still got their chores done. Sounds fabulous doesn't it?
At times, Yes It Was. One of those day's my son even took a nap! (Which if you followed my Insta Story Monday you would have seen the hilarious state I found him napping in.) But there's no way to be the perfect parent or raise perfect kids.
Saturday, while my daughter had one of her last dance practices before her recital, my son decided to throw one horrible tantrum in the car which eventually lost him his voice.
Sunday, I tried practicing Italian and Piano but every two seconds my children had an "emergency" and I never tried again the rest of the week.
Tuesday, I found a plant that was thriving last week to be near death. I quickly gave it new soil, but apparently my green thumb isn't as green as I've been bragging it to be.
Wednesday, my daughter didn't screw on the lid to her bubbles and threw the container onto my grandmothers 100+year old antique dresser...allowing bubbles to leak and forever destroy the wood.
And yesterday...yesterday while I was just inside and had gone outside to check on them, give um a snack...etc...decided to displace 4-baby robins from their nest and then try to play with them. There was other things involved, but needless to say they had to burry one and the other three are back in their nest...and this mama was completely crushed. I talked to them through their sobs, made them sandwiches and then sent them to bed at 6:30. By grace the three are doing okay, but my kids have two weeks of volunteering at a local animal shelter, a report due on robins, 2-weeks without TV and some other "mom was so mad she just started taking everything away" type stuff.
To top it off, some less then great stuff happened to my bestest yesterday and I got into a world of a fight with my husband.
Some weeks, just ain't all bliss.
I'm no Italian speaking fool yet, not Beethoven. Apparently my green thumb is struggling and spending time with my kids came crushing down yesterday as I questioned my own parenting after they'd gone to bed. The money that was saved for the travels is now having to be allocated elsewhere for my daughters custody case and our move to Portland and even though it's only 7:00 am, my coffee just doesn't feel strong enough.
On Sunday, I turn another year older. There will be no bells and whistles, no party or balloons. I will be spending it solo with my son as we go pick my daughter up from visitation. There will not be cake, or cards or well wishes. But what there will be is a determination to switch all of this that was raised to my attention this week around.