“Some days it really isn’t worth it…”
…were the words that were spinning through my head as I broke up yet another wrestling match over who got the spot next to Mommy on the sofa, smoothed the battered ego of the child whose sister landed on him when she decided to perch on the sofa arm next to him, but slid off instead onto his hip…
and so on.
“Why the devil am I putting myself through this?…”
…was my question as I tried to teach my kids about ancient Egypt over a cacophony of 4 other voices (I guess I should be thankful that the guinea pigs didn’t join in and that we don’t have any cats or dogs) with, “Mommy, don’t forget to make 9 or 10 copies of my horror story, ok?” “Mommy, don’t forget to make pot pie for dinner.” “Mommy, what time are we going trick or treating tomorrow?” “Mommy, if we don’t eat lunch RIGHT NOW, I’m going to starve to death.” “Mommy, do you like the mane I made for Daddy’s Princess Celestia costume?”
In rapid fire and in under 10 minutes.
“I don’t want to do this anymore…”
…was the sentiment uppermost in my brain as a child complained yet again, “But I already know this!” when given a math lesson. And so I gave him the chapter review to see what he could do, only to have him waste 30 minutes answering the 1st half dozen problems. Two of them with the words “I don’t know.”
I’ll add that these were arithmetic topics that we had covered in-depth many times before.
I just broke up a kicking/scratch fight between 2 kids.
My 4-year-old is screaming in my lap because I won’t let her play another app on the tablet.
I haven’t had a shower yet.
There are days when I just wish it would hurry up and be bedtime.
Thankfully, that is not always or even mostly true---but, YES, we all have our less than stellar moments.
I’m told that everyone feels like a big, fat faker sometimes, pretending that they have it all together and that things work smoothly, no matter what work they do.
My work is educating little people and giving them the scaffold they need to grow into independent, thoughtful, caring adults.
Given what a mess most people are (at least I’m a mess…please tell me that you are a little bit of a mess too, please?), it shouldn’t be surprising that this should be somewhat messy work at least some of the time.
Perhaps I shouldn’t even be discouraged if it is most of the time.
And in case you are wagging your finger at me for talking about my kids this way…my 8-year-old is sitting in my lap reading this and laughing his butt off.
There he goes again.
Because the word “butt” is always good for at least a giggle from an 8-year-old boy.
Yeah, you knew that was universal, didn’t you?
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