While I do feel like it is possibly harder, more exhausting, and emotionally and physically draining being a SAHM vs a WM... I have to say that I could never be a WM. This AM I had to have myself ready and dressed along with my 3 kids.. lunches packed, backpacks ready to go and out the door at 7:30 for their dentist appt. Phew... it was rough. And I felt a teensy bit under the weather to boot. My head was in a complete fog for hours. I suppose it could have been due to my not having time to have my coffee. Hmmm... didn't realize I was a caffeine addict. Must revisit this later. But I honestly do not know how working moms do it day in and day out. The morning rush, so early, including getting oneself ready and out the door. Not to mention having to be mentally available all day long. Sheesh. Kudos to you all. I know, grass is always greener, but this morning I was definitely reminded how lucky I am to not have to rush out the door on a regular basis.
Appts went well. Rushed son in and out.. made it to school within seconds of the bell.. must give self pat on back. Although the devil inside of me really wanted him to be late. Just because. Girls took forever. Baby was hesitant, so instead of them doing them simultaneously, they did big sis first so tot could watch and not feel afraid. I love them for being so accomodating to the kids, but hate that middle missed an hour of school and tot missed My Gym. Well, not really hate.. but it just threw me all off. Did I ever tell you I am a control freak. I felt out of control this morning. I like my routine. Having my days all mapped out for me. Today not good. And it was cold. FRIGID to be exact.
Homework hell was the same as every day. Middle guessing words while reading instead of actually looking at the page. Drives me nuts. I could care less if/when she starts reading more fluently, but I do care that she doesn't even try half the time. Annoys me to the core. Yes, I am aware she is a free spirit and likes to make up her own stories.. which is one thing I love about her. BUT, when I actually need her to read, I want her to read... the words.. on the pages. Not the ones in her head.
Son, as usual, trying to rush so doesn't read directions. Subtracts when his math sheet is titled "Addition". Another annoyance to me. He is 7 1/2 years old. He needs to learn these things his self. It is not my job, or maybe it is, but it is a part I refuse to do. Reading directions is a life skill.. ok, I made that up.. but it is to me. Also, if he didn't have to poop for 30 minutes right when we sit down to start homework, he would leave himself more time to actually get his work done. More poop time = less play time after homework. And if he didn't poop so damn long, he wouldn't be trying to rush through his work as fast. Am I the only one who sees this logic?
All the while, baby girl is barking orders at me. Get my drink. No, my pink cup. Get my snack. Get my ball. Watch TV. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. But, I managed to keep my calm today, somehow. When I really wanted to scream at the top of my lungs... "SHUT THE HECK UP". (yes, that was the PG version).
Picked up kitten from vet. Poor dear. I think we are very inhumane. Oh well. Surely cannot have him scratching baby girl all over the place. I am completely exhausted. Like that leg aching feeling. And the relief of having my hubby home tonight for bedtime (he just arrived home this AM) was debolished by the fact that he has a meeting at 7. I am currently locked up in our bedroom. 10 minutes to go, until I have to tend to the screaming masses.. or at least that is what it sounds like is happening on the other side of the door.
I hope you don't think I created this blog to just complain. I am truly happy and in love with my life. But, that crap would be boring and no one would want to read it. I like to make people laugh, and I've found that voicing my complaints on a regular basis does just that. And whether you like it or not, you can relate to me. At least some of the days. Did you today?