Did I miss a memo somewhere? Maybe in childbirth classes? ‘Cause that’s the last place I took a class about kids. I mean, I know it’s difficult being a parent and always has been, but come.on. This tough? Are ya kidding me? And I’m not the only one right now having a rough time.
Jamie’s daughter “got revenge” on her younger brother in an, um, interesting way.
Michelle had to drop the boom on her son while visiting her sister.
Tootsie’s Boy Child #2 is doing his perfect imitation of the middle child and driving everyone insane in the process.
My friend Kate is so exhausted from caring for her newborn that I’m not entirely sure she knows which way is up.
And I’m sure there are many, many more and the parents are too overwhelmed to write about them.
Is it a full moon? Is that it? Because my kids haven’t gone batsnot crazy with the full moon since April, and I was anticipating July to be bad. Tell me, I can handle it. Is it because J will be 4 on Sunday (holy.crap. his party is Friday night and I just freaking remembered)? Is it because it’s summer break and it’s hot and the kids are out of school and underfoot all day? How the hell did pioneer women do this? Granted, many of them died young, but good God! For my own sanity, someone tell me how to petition for year-round school!
My kids are stuck in their respective rooms until aforementioned rooms are cleaned. I tend to pick my battles, and rooms usually aren’t as high on the list as, say, learning to not mouth off or something. Today I decided the rooms were worth battling. When it gets to the point of being dangerous to go in there at night to check on them, it’s time. They’ve been up there for 2 hours and I can guarandamntee that they’re not clean. At least it’s quiet down here.
Learning to parent while parenting is the most insane thing I’ve ever heard. I had five years of college to learn to be a band director. There’s no way I could have taught without that education. Could you just imagine me going in to my first beginner french horn class and looking at the kids and saying, “Well, I know nothing about this instrument, I guess I’ll just have to figure it out as we go…oh, and I’m the final word.” Anarchy, I tell you. (Oh, and don’t even get me started on how woefully unprepared I was for classroom management).
The lack of summer activities here is really starting to take a toll. Many things are too expensive, too distant, it’s too hot out, or the boys have a short activity in the middle of the day. I used to say I was working for OT; now that A is out of OT (thankyouGOD!), I’m now working for summer camps 2009. And, come next spring, if I say that “oh, we’ll be fine with only a few activities,” someone reach through the monitor and pop me one on the forehead a la “I coulda had a V8!” ’cause I’ll totally have that coming.
But seriously, tell me again why we don’t have year-round school?