Thanks for the kind emails a few of you sent me after yesterday’s post. I wasn’t looking for any feedback, hence why I closed comments. But kind words are always appreciated.
I want to put out there that nothing in particular happened to spur on my words of woe. Most of all, it came from the dark place I found myself in late on Monday night when I dreaded the next morning and the next week. I had SUCH a nice weekend here with my family. We didn’t do anything particularly exciting or out of the ordinary. But we had fun together and even the ordinary stuff was enjoyable. I wasn’t at all ready for the weekend to be over. I dreaded the daily monotony that I knew was waiting for me on Tuesday morning.
I think pretty much everyone was dreading and/or disliking yesterday. Mondays are bad enough, because very few people are ever happy to see the weekend come to an end. But for some reason, the Tuesday after a three day weekend is twice as awful. Maybe even THREE TIMES. It’s harder to wake up, harder to motivate, harder to let go the happy, contented vacation days. Of course, all this said, I don’t think I would ever turn away a three day weekend simply because I dread the next work day. But I still will wish for a four day weekend here and there too.
So yeah, we had a great weekend around here. I do love hanging out with my family. We don’t have to be doing anything too fantastic either, just doing what we do together and I’m happy enough just to be content. Which isn’t to say that Liam didn’t challenge our patience and Evie didn’t keep me up at night. But it’s easier to deal with it all when Kile is home too. As much as I know he has to work during the week, I do miss his support. And it makes the weekends all that much more sweeter.
Speaking of the little kids…
In the interest of being fair, though, I want to share a list of things about Liam that bring a smile to my face and warm my heart. Because even though he’s nearly three and very GOOD at being nearly three, there are many things about him that are just wonderful and that I wouldn’t change for a million dollars.
- the way he says “eat da nummies?” when he wants to have something to eat.
- the way he says “Cahs” (Cars), “May-er” (Mater), and “Waw-wee” (Wall-E) when he wants to watch his favorite movies.
- his infectious giggle when he’s delighted.
- his sparkling blue eyes.
- his spontaneous hugs and kisses.
- the way he loves to sing the Alphabet Song before bed each night.
- that “Word World” is his favorite show.
- that even his temper tantrums are adorable (you should see him tell Harry off, saying “Go Way!” and stomping his foot… SO CUTE).
And like I said, I want to be fair so here is a list of things Evie does that sorta make me want to tear my hair out (just as soon as I nom on her chubby baby legs, that is).
- her whole “let’s get up in the middle of the night several times to eat even though I’ve been sleeping through” thing. That’s gotta end.
- her insistence on crawling behind the recliners to get at my yarn and knitting projects.
- the way she will cram her mouth full of food and not chew properly before swallowing thereby giving me a heart attack when she starts to choke.
- the way she wriggles and trys to flip over when on the changing table.
- how she has to grab EVERYTHING.
- including glasses left on the table between our chairs which she then attempts to dump the contents of all over herself as well as any knitting I may be working on.
For the most part though? I have some awesome kids. Sure, they try my patience but isn’t that what kids are supposed to do? Otherwise, why would we ever want them to leave the house when they grow up? Think about it!
Happy Hump Day, ya’ll! The weekend will be here before you know it!
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Yeah… Elizabeth still doesn’t get that she should chew everything and chew it well before swallowing. She likes peanut butter and I would love to be able to add a pb&j to the menu of things she’ll eat (it’s a very SMALL menu). But bread is one of the things that she doesn’t think she should have to chew. So, until she figures that out, sandwiches are off the menu.
Eat de nummies??? That’s too cute!!!!
I know I’m one who always says “stop being a victim – only you can make the changes in your life”, but I want to say that I’m really proud of the post you put up yesterday, and how you really let yourself, and the world, know how you feel.
Being closeted in? Isn’t good. It isn’t good for you or for the kids, and you know that already. How to get out of it? That’s more difficult. I’d say one step at a time. My nephew’s therapist had a great trick for helping people to get out of ruts (and I’ve used it a few times).
Make two lists – on one put down all of the things that you’d like to do in the near future, then another all of the things that you’d like to accomplish in, say, the next year or so. Then start ticking off the list.
For instance you could put down that you’d like to take Liam and Evie to the park one day. Then sit down, maybe chat with Kile, and try to figure out how you can bring them both to the park safely.
Marilyn – it CAN be done. YOU can do it. You have such inner strength and what angers me is that you don’t even realize how much is there! You’re a seriously strong woman who can accomplish great things.
I don’t really know what to say about this because I don’t know you and I hate when people jump in with advice when they don’t know me…sooo…instead, I’ll just let you know that I got here by googling gDiapers and I wanted to say thank you for taking the time to write about them. We’re talking about trying gDiapers out when our bambino is born and it’s nice to know that they worked for you!
I just wanted to say that I know what you mean, and please don’t be hard on yourself. You’ve started a business! You’ve taught yourself to knit! You’re a cloth diaper advocate!
Three kids is a lot different than 1. I look back on myself when I had 1 and I wonder where that person went — happy, joyous, fun mother. Versus the crabby, frazzled, tired mother I seem to be these days. So I hear you, and don’t be too hard on yourself. And I won’t be too hard on myself either!
Take care (maybe we should both pour ourselves a glass of wine tonight…)