Am I Cursed?
Could be. I seemed to be cursed (or destined) to writing only one post a month. Life just seems to be takin' me on a crazy ride these days, and I just hang on for dear life. You know how sometimes you see a person out for a walk with their dog, only it's really the dog walking the person. My life right now is the Great Dane running down the street, and I'm still hanging on the leash - but I'm really being dragged along.
Parenting, on more days than I care to admit, is just simply alot of hard work. Case in point: little boy has a head cold. Head cold is code for 'no sleep'. Not much for little boy, and certainly not enough for mom. I was not blessed with one of those kids who sleeps off whatever illness seems to be upon them. (I have a friend who does - I'm SOOOO jealous). I'm in the process of learning to accept that this is who he is and what my life consists of when illness strikes. Things could be so much worse. Sometimes I can't believe I complain about the things that I do. Is it bad that I long for the days when he can completely put himself to bed? You know, undress himself/get jammies on, brush teeth, read himself a book, etc. The day will come when his sniffy nose from a cold won't frustrate him to the point of screaming bloody murder. He'll be annoyed, but hopefully not screaming - when he's 7.
Well, I wanted to write so many more witty thoughts on my life at it's breakneck pace, but I need to get to bed. I'm almost guarenteed that the little someone will wake up once, if not twice, in the night with this cold, so I best get the sleep when I can.
Do you ever have the expereince of being overjoyed at the wonderfulness of being able to hire someone to do alot of needed work on your dwelling, yet simultaneously dread the day they come since it will mean being tethered to the house while the work is done, enduring the pounding, drilling, noise, and did I already mention not being able to leave the house all day! Anyway, that will be me on Thursday. I will have new functional & fabulous shelving installed, so I'll be quiet and figure out a way to entertain an almost -4-year-old (with a cold) all day, while the work happens. Ok, now I've really got to go.
Parenting, on more days than I care to admit, is just simply alot of hard work. Case in point: little boy has a head cold. Head cold is code for 'no sleep'. Not much for little boy, and certainly not enough for mom. I was not blessed with one of those kids who sleeps off whatever illness seems to be upon them. (I have a friend who does - I'm SOOOO jealous). I'm in the process of learning to accept that this is who he is and what my life consists of when illness strikes. Things could be so much worse. Sometimes I can't believe I complain about the things that I do. Is it bad that I long for the days when he can completely put himself to bed? You know, undress himself/get jammies on, brush teeth, read himself a book, etc. The day will come when his sniffy nose from a cold won't frustrate him to the point of screaming bloody murder. He'll be annoyed, but hopefully not screaming - when he's 7.
Well, I wanted to write so many more witty thoughts on my life at it's breakneck pace, but I need to get to bed. I'm almost guarenteed that the little someone will wake up once, if not twice, in the night with this cold, so I best get the sleep when I can.
Do you ever have the expereince of being overjoyed at the wonderfulness of being able to hire someone to do alot of needed work on your dwelling, yet simultaneously dread the day they come since it will mean being tethered to the house while the work is done, enduring the pounding, drilling, noise, and did I already mention not being able to leave the house all day! Anyway, that will be me on Thursday. I will have new functional & fabulous shelving installed, so I'll be quiet and figure out a way to entertain an almost -4-year-old (with a cold) all day, while the work happens. Ok, now I've really got to go.
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