Happy Wednesday morning all! It's me! Do you kinda remember me? I know I've been negligent. I'm back. I'm trying. Okay? Stick with me!
I'm thinking it is going to be easier to commit to blogging now that we are settling into the routine of fall. It helps that 2 out of 3 kids are out of the house full days now too, and my youngest is developing (cross your fingers!) a small interest in TV that is buying me a few minutes here and there. So here I go! :)
As I mentioned, we are back at school. Grade 1 and grade 4. FULL days! Yippee! So far, so good. Both girls love it and are sad when it's a weekend. Yes, I know it is only day 7....but I can dream, can't I?! Lane is feeling a little lost left in the wake of his sisters commotion. I'm finding myself having to entertain him a whole lot more than when they are around. I can't complain though. Who isn't happy when simple games of 'animals' and 'cars' make him light up? Or to have a baking helper who isn't throwing out elbows to their nearest sibling and insisting it's THEIR turn to stir/add/measure. Pretty easy. Pretty peaceful. He may be my current favorite. ;)
Not that I want to pick favorites....but while I'm on the subject you should have seen the morning I had with Madison. It was epic. Not is a good way either. She has decided to once again join the cross-country running team. (I knew my athletic prowess was just waiting to emerge through one of them!) I am totally thrilled she is eager to join school groups, not to mention the health benefits it brings with it and hopefully a life long commitment to health and exercise. (No, I don't think I am investing too much in grade 4 cross-country!) So, as it happens, this years practices are 3 days a week BEFORE school. Yup, that's right. We need to get up earlier for it. 3 days a week. I've got my head around that part though. I'm committed. So I wake her up early today. I make her one piece of toast and wrap up half a pb&j sandwich for after. Thinking I'm avoiding stomach cramps. I pack her extra water and even make her some tea; why not enjoy our early morning time alone together, right? Bonding maybe?! Wrong apparently. Even with the extra time, and this being all for something SHE wants to do, I have to stay at her to keep moving. 'Eat up, get dressed, pack your bag, brush your teeth, EAT UP already, where are your socks?, what do you mean the shoes you have been wearing ALL WEEK don't fit and you need new ones RIGHT NOW?!!!!!' Yup, that's right, the battle is on. Her shoes don't fit. (All of a sudden, mind you) I ask are they good enough for this mornings run and then I will buy you new ones today. 'I don't know' she answers. All while sitting like a lump on the stairs. 'Well....are you going or not? We need to hurry if you are.' No answer from the lump. 'Did you hear me?! If you are going, we need to go NOW!' 'Madison???!!!' 'What? she responds. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!' 'I don't know....you are forcing me to do this anyways.' Is her answer. Yup, that's right, I am FORCING her to do this. Getting up early, making her tea, filling her water bottle, extra breakfast for after the run.....all to force her to take part in the group she INSISTED I sign the permission slip for 24 hours earlier. I'm done. Keys are set down, I pour myself some coffee and sit to watch the news. She starts crying (but still not getting shoes on). 'I want to go!' Okay then....let's GO! Quite honestly I am totally pissed off and somewhat hurt that my obvious effort at her special activity is being completely disregarded. Nevertheless, we get her in the van and have a drive full of stony silence to the school. I'm mad and hurt. She's frustrated....or something else I don't quite understand these days. Both of us barely containing ourselves. She hops out of the van with an 'I love you Mommy' and promptly bursts into tears as she heads to the group of runners. I respond with my own 'I love you' and drive home blinded by my own tears. So, there you have it. Madison is in cross-country. Hurray! :S Please let this not be the norm for the next 6 weeks.
Welcome back to my blog. Ha ha.
Now, I'm going to make today's favorite some Play-Doh. Ah....the simple things.
As my Nana always says 'This, too, shall pass'. God I hope so! It's my daily mantra these days!
Be well,
Crystal
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