This morning I felt like I had been drugged, I was so
exhausted. WHY?!?! I haven’t really done much of anything in a long time. The kids had been told they will be on their
own this morning, still, I listened for appropriate noises so I knew they were
both up. Ethan, my night owl, gets up
easily. Maggie, my early-to-bed kid is
tough to get up. I kept hearing Ethan’s I’m-coughing-a-lung out
sounds and was worried Maggie hadn’t survived through my light-fare “Mags, make
sure you’re up,” but eventually her light cough rang through loud and
clear. Sick kids: sometimes it’s a blessing <forms of identification>.
I dropped them off and went home. I left another message at the doctor’s office
and then heaven awaited me. Getting in
bed was simple and I slept easily for a few more hours, still
feeling like I’d been slipped something in my nonexistent drink at the nonexistent
club once I awoke.
While in bed, I studied up the parenting class I will be co-facilitating
with Jen. The focus is on destructive adolescent behavior and tools for
parents. In one section, it talks about the older, strong-willed children get the words the
words "I love you" less and less. This has made me think of the
three weeks that I've been able to spend with Ethan. Despite many of the
instances of difficulty we've had so far, these three weeks have been nothing
short of glorious . Yesterday,
after picking the kids up from school, I
let them know I needed to tell them something. I readjusted the rear-view mirror
so I could see their faces, and I told him how much I loved them. I told him
what an incredible pair of kids they were and how honored I was to be in their
lives, that I had been thinking about them all day with love and affection in
my heart. They were waiting for the
other part: "but you need to do your dishes" or "but you
need to clean your rooms more," yet
I never said that...that wasn't my intent. I needed to let them know how
valuable they were to me and once they realized that, their faces were beaming. It was a very special moment and it is possible that I shed a tear (or many).
I picked the kids up from school again and we headed to the home. Ethan got right to his history homework and
Mags did hers. I rested my poor lady
parts which are starting to hurt on the other side, making me wonder if it’s
Lefty’s turn to rupture. I have decided
that after I drop the kids off at school tomorrow, I am driving to the doctor’s office, since 2 phone calls has done
nothing, and I will see firsthand what is going on. As much as I like my NP, it may be time to
switch to a doctor’s office that calls back.
Although, to be fair, their billing department is great about calling
back immediately. <but then, who’s
isn’t?> I noticed, later, in checking Ethan’s homework,
that he had done it on tiny 5” by 7” sheets torn out of a little notebook,
instead of doing it in the workbook. My
only question is….WHY?!?! He did it in the
workbook this weekend, what makes today so different? Is it just not connecting up there? I do not understand this behavior.
Dinner was: potatoes
Maggie made, broccoli I made, and tri-tip Ethan made. A family cooked meal. It was pretty good, except I wasn’t feeling
like meat tonight, so I cooked up the rest of the tator tots from last
night. We watched Nature on eels together
and then showed Maggie the honey badger parts she had missed. We’re a huge Stoffel fan. I
am tired. For another day of not much
done, I’m exhausted and need to care for my girls parts. Ok, that didn’t exactly come out sounding the
way I’d intended…. 'Night.
Pictures: Family hand-holding during Nature. I'm the one with the smooth, unblemished skin, of course; Socks 'n Books - Life with The Boy.
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