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I take a lot of photos on my phone. Taking a brief look at my Facebook page will confirm this. I have kids of whom I’m fiercely proud, and I like to share their shining moments with the world.
I take a lot of photos on my phone. Taking a brief look at my Facebook page will confirm this. I have kids of whom I’m fiercely proud, and I like to share their shining moments with the world.
Preoccupied. Distracted. Otherwise amused.
I forgot to blog again last night. Wow. Add this to the long list of other things that I forgot this week (sending Al’s violin in with him on Monday, sending the raisins I promised to send in with Andrew on Tuesday, sending pretzels in with Alex on Friday for his class party, sending the kids to a meeting before school on Friday…). While these seem small and insignificant (hey, at least I didn’t leave a kid somewhere…), it’s just very unlike me to screw up on these little details.
I think this is just another example to back up the statement that I am in desperate need of a vacation.
It’s been such a long week…and it’s only Wednesday.
Tomorrow is Trick or Treat, Al & Ad’s class parties are Friday, and I have nothing ready. We haven’t even carved our pumpkin yet. Guess when we’ll have time to do that? Saturday. Swell.
Perhaps I’ll cut out a bunch of feathers from construction paper and we’ll just make the damn thing a turkey.
I’m done, Wednesday. Be gone, so we can start fresh tomorrow and hope for a better day.
The 300th post of the year went up last night, and it was a yawner. I’m afraid the 301st post won’t be much different.
Schedules are crazy, the mama is tired, and the kids don’t ever want to go to bed OR wake up for school. I’d like to think things will calm down in a couple of weeks, but I’m realistic to know that this won’t be the case.
Maybe in 15 years I can sit down and rest…
I am up way past my bedtime. I enjoy the quiet of this house, that is only available after 10pm, way too much. But, sadly, I pay for it dearly the next day. It’s a vicious cycle.
Good night.
My patience wore down quicker than it usually does this morning, especially for a Wednesday. No one wanted to get up, get dressed for school, or listen to any words that I said. We’re all exhausted; I get it. I tried my best to stay calm and go with the flow of the morning, even though we were on course to be late for everything.
After Alex and Addie left on the bus, Andrew and I scurried about, gathering our things so we could leave the house as well. Andrew is old enough to be responsible for his things, as are his siblings, and I try to hold them accountable rather than just doing things for them because it’s quicker. (This also contributes to the process of wearing down my patience, though!)
As we were loading up the van (Wednesdays are very long days and I leave the house with a ton of stuff!), Andrew realized that he left his water bottle in the house.
My response? “Well, I guess you better march your happy little tushie back inside to get it!” Yeah, probably not wise to add sarcasm to a hectic morning, but I totally went there. He hopped out of the van, ran back into the house, and came out looking quite irritated.
“Andrew, what’s wrong?”
“Mommy! It is not nice to make fun of someone’s body parts!” came his immediate answer.
Obviously concerned, I agreed with him. “You’re absolutely right! It’s never ok to make fun of anybody, but especially for the way they look! What made you think of this?”
“Uh, Mommy, you just did it! You made fun of my happy butt!”
My left eyebrow about shot off the top of my head. “Oh, Andrew, no. I wasn’t making fun of your tushie. It was just an expression. I’m sorry if it hurt your feelings. I promise I wasn’t making fun of you.”
Goodness. I guess I need to watch my snarky comments. What a way to start the day!
Alex has a new habit: burping.
He is making me crazy with it; in our 18 minute commute home tonight, he averaged around 5 burps/minute. That is 90 burps in one car ride. I really can’t take it.
I’ve read that children with Down syndrome will demonstrate a stimming behavior when they are seeking sensory input. So, I’ve been trying to figure out what we can offer to replace the belching. We’ve been through this before, with teeth grinding and nipple rubbing (his own, not someone else’s, but still…). Before we can find a solution, he seems to move on to another behavior. This one is killing me.
I know his impulsiveness plays into this, but beyond that, I’m stumped. We were told that it’s “just a boy thing”, but I’m not buying it. Burping at the table, or in class, for laughs is one thing; relentless belching is another. It’s gross, it’s socially unacceptable, and my nerves are completely shot. There has to be more behind it. Maybe his ears are full of fluid, and this helps him pop them? I feel like that’s a stretch. He says there is something stuck in his throat, and that his tooth is loose. I can’t piece either of those together. He does have an appointment with his ENT on Friday, so perhaps we can gain some insight from that.
Good, good times. So how was your Monday?
I have a headache. Could it be because I heard myself say some ridiculous things today? Here’s a sampling:
AlexANDer, the dog can NOT fold laundry.
And why would you leave the bathroom if you weren’t finished wiping?!?
Please get the underpants off of your head. Now.
Give me the snakes. I am so done with this.
It is not nice to call him an “hour hogger”. Please do not call him that again.
We do not chase each other with shoes.
Please do not write “butt”. Your sight word is “but”.
Ok, we are not going to race each other in the laundry baskets.
And perhaps the best of all (seeing as it’s not even Halloween yet):
Santa is watching.
I think I can make it to bedtime. I wonder how many more lovely phrases I can add to this before then?
Who waits until the evening before a family photo shoot to check the weather for the next day?