Whew. I’m glad THAT week is over…

This was one of those weeks that by the time Wednesday rolled around, I was going, “It’s only WEDNESDAY?”  Long, hard days do that to a person.  A string of about five long, hard days in a row makes a person AWFUL glad it’s the weekend at last.

Liam was especially challenging this week.  And I know it’s because he’s bored here at home.  He’s getting older and he’s ready to get out of the house and DO something.  I wish I had the energy.  Physically and mentally.  I wish we could just enroll him in preschool and let them wear him out.  I have guilt about this… good amounts of it.  But… I’m stuck between a rock and hard place.

Evie was… adorable as always.  Sure, she’s 2.5 years old and is good at it.  If we’re out and about and a fit is thrown, chances are, she’s the one throwing it.  It’s just what she does.  The other night, in fact, she thew such a fit during dinner that Kile and Harry had a hard time hiding their giggles.  It was one of those completely unreasonable but completely violet toddler fits.  I’m still not sure what set her off.  But hoo boy.  When she gets set off, better stand back and let it blow itself out.  But, as I said, she’s adorable.  So I’m able to overlook the odd fit here and there.  Most of the time she does as she’s told and is a very sweet little girl.

Harry… *sigh*  Poor Harry.  I don’t want to talk too much about him because he’s old enough to want and need some privacy.  But he’s had trouble at school the last week or so and it’s really wearing on him.  We have some meetings lined up this next week with the principal and then with his teacher, hoping we can get a good solution for him.  I hate to see him so miserable.  And there was an event yesterday afternoon that was just the icing on the cake, poor kid.  Mama Tiger was wanting to knock some skulls, believe you me.  The answers aren’t easy on this one, the solutions either.  I hope we can figure something out to make things easier.   I want school to be something positive, not something he dreads.

Then there’s the knitting.  Oh the knitting.  The projects that I need to get done, as soon as possible.  And it seems that ALL of them need to be done as soon as possible.  Here is where 8 arms would come in handy.   All I can do is just keep knitting, and try to get through the workload as quickly as possible.  And to not look too hard at the list of things that need to be done. That only leads to flop sweats.

Thank GOD it’s the weekend.  Time to relax, drink some rum and prepare oneself emotionally for yet another long week, waiting to pounce.

Marilyn

I'm a thirty-something wife and mother with a penchant for movies and Doctor Who and David Tennant. I'm a pretty big dork, truth be told.

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