I should be writing about Blissdom (it’s coming I swear), I should be working on the things I have to do that are due tomorrow, I should be posting with lots of well lit photos to break up the text, I should be going to bed soon, I should be creating, I should be posting about something I made . . . but instead I’m going to get real for a few mins.
I’ve had a busy, busy few weeks. I feel like life hasn’t stopped. I was sick last week, putting out fires at work a lot lately, away for the weekend and yesterday was my son’s 7th birthday. I sort of hoped today once the school bell rang at 3:10 that I would get to breathe. I did run out of my classroom almost right away but I had to go get gas, stop at the bank, make it to an appointment, stop for groceries and then get the kids from the sitter. That happened at 5 and I usually like to be home with them before that.
Then I had to unload the car, Wesley wanted me to build his new LEGO with him, I said I would but just needed to do some things first. Some things turned into – put groceries away, make dinner, clean up the kitchen, empty the dish washer, eat our dinner, clean up and oh hit the washroom. THEN I helped Wesley with his LEGO creation, which Nate asked me if he could try the Mario Cart game Wesley got for his birthday yesterday. So I move onto that . . all the while needing to get to my homework . . . so I make Nate his mii, load up the game, show him how to work it only to have him scream and cry because he’s hitting walls. I irrationally try to explain to him that I’m 38 and that’s why I could drive the car and that maybe at 4 years old it takes more practice. My strategy wasn’t working out.
I ask them to tidy the living room. This request is met with whines and complaints. “Why can’t you clean my LEGO!” “Because it’s your LEGO. I just cleaned the kitchen, it was all our mess but I did it. I’d rather be playing” “It’s because you’re the grown up Mom.” Great.
Then I get them up here to run the bath, and while it’s running Wesley yells his lamp lightbulb is burnt out and I’m try to fold some laundry, so he comes in and tells me he needs a lightbulb and Nate comes and asks for something else. And I hear ‘mom’ a zillion times during all this.
Sometimes I wish I had one of those little clicker things they have at fairs and stuff to count how many people attend. I want to know how many ‘mom’s get said in a day here. It’s a lot I bet.
So I put them in the bath THEN I remember I have to make lunches.
I’m sort of grumbling while I do. Then with the noise of them on the floor above me, having a blast and being silly in the tub I have an idea. Hopefully when they open their lunches they’ll smile a bit and forget I was sort of crabby tonight.
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