Somehow he was so much cuter this morning.
Although I discourage cursing around my children, there is a reason why a very popular book was just written on the very topic I’m going to post briefly on here, with a title that I won’t include here, but surely one you’ve heard.
Due to a very busy time at my corporate job (yep, I have a job in addition to this site, that’s another blog post) I couldn’t take the entire week of spring break off, much to my dismay. Knowing that we have a big family vacation to look forward to in July, this lack of a full spring break week pill was a bit easier to swallow, plus my husband was able to take the week with the kids because he has his own business and has more flexibility.
Today, we had a fantastic day, from morning ’til dusk. We played board games (Mr. Bacon’s Big Adventure–if you don’t have it, please get it), did some artwork, saw a movie, and played at Kidsburg in Williamsburg. We topped it all off with one of the kids’ fave dinners-”Chinese Chicken” (as I call it, from Trader Joe’s. It’s super-easy to heat, fairly healthy and they dig it. So it’s kinda like homemade.)
After dinner, we huddle the threesome to the bath/shower to suds up and ready for bed, enticing them with the movies we’d just picked up at Redbox on the way home. Surely this night would go smoothly. Surely.
All HELL BREAKS LOOSE. KIDS ARE RUNNING AROUND UPSTAIRS NAKED. CLOTHES ARE THROWN EVERYWHERE. KIDS ARE CRYING THEY HAVE SOAP IN THEIR EYES. EASTER CANDY WRAPPERS ARE FOUND IN OFF-LIMITS TERRITORIES, THEY ARE ALL WHINING ABOUT WHAT WE’RE GOING TO DO TOMORROW AND WHY THEY HAVE TO TAKE A BATH ANYWAY AND MY BLOOD BEGINS TO BOIL.
And the thought of the aforementioned book soothes me, because I know that parents everywhere understand this feeling. That we adore our children with all of our hearts; we give our time, energy, financial resources for every need they have–hell we’d give our lives for them if we had to.
I have friends that are able to let their kids stay up late into the evenings, and we’ve done this on a few occasions, feeling the guilt of working outside the home and not having enough time to play together. Admire those friends, but it ain’t for me. I know my stay-at-home mom comrades have these same feelings, as Katie Mardigian admitted in her recent post on the site, so this isn’t a “working/stay-at-home mom” issue but more of a “mom/parenting” issue that cuts to the core of WHEN DO WE GET TIME TO RELAX, NOT WORK, RECREATE WITH ADULTS? Yeah, that.
It’s bedtime, and all I need right now is for them to go away so that I can recharge and be a better mom . . . tomorrow.
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