The first
day of school is upon us (tomorrow), my friends. And do you know what that means? FREEDOM!
Well not entirely, but in my case close enough. Freedom from a little 6 ½ year old little
stink in my face all the time telling me he’s bored even though I have the over
$200 credit card bill that PROVES that I did more than my fair share to
entertain his ungrateful little butt! He
wants to be going going going 24/7 and I get it! He has boundless amounts of self-replenishing
and self-sustaining BOY ENERGY that no mother who has never had boys could ever
even begin to find fathomable! I mean if
you had brothers or nephews you helped a lot with, you might get it, but when
it’s your own child, it’s a whole ‘nother level of WTFuck-ness! I am
1000% sure that the moms of girls only would have plenty of stories to tell me
about girl issues, too! Our little ones
are a hoot one minute, a pain in the neck the next, but they will always be the
joy and center of our worlds!
I write this
as I sit here still fuming that I could not get B to go to bed for the life of
me tonight. He literally got up 6 times
before I chased him with threats and a small amount of profanity back into his
room and threatened to ground him the rest of the week if he came out
again. I’ve had peace for the past hour,
though, so all is well! As soon as I lie
down and turn on my reiki music and drift off into sleepy sleepy land, I’ll be
a-ok! Till my alarm goes off at
6:30AM! Ha ha! This momma here is NOT a morning person!
Where does
baby D fall in all of this, you might ask?
Well… He is a handful right now.
He gets into everything and is now, at 21 months, climbing onto the barstools
in our kitchen and getting items off of the counter. Yep, he’s keeping me on my toes. So it’s not like I’m getting a break from everything. The difference is that a 21 month old doesn’t
get bored! They find shit to do, whether
it’s being good and playing with a toy or watching a short TV show or grabbing
everything on the counter he can find and throwing it onto the floor. Oh and how could I forget the best part! He likes to get the hand soap and pump it all
over the floor and himself, too. Makes
bath time a synch!
In
conclusion, I extend to all of you mommies and daddies with school aged
stinkers out there a HAPPY BACK TO SCHOOL salute! And I have a special message to the stay at
home moms (like me) who have had a lot to deal with during the summer. It’s ok to be happy to be rid of your kid(s)
for several hours a day. Sometimes,
absence can make the heart grow fonder.
Send them off with a delicious and healthy lunch, a kiss, a hug and a
“have a great day, sweetie” and then breathe.
Just breathe.
