Oh my goodness. This past week has been the
longest week I've had all year. All kids, all the time. Kids. Kids. Kids. Kids. All I can say is, sheesh.
Oh, and Whoo-Hoo!! (I can't believe Wamu was the first to think of using this as an ad slogan. It's perfect, if you ask me). It's 9 AM and they have all gone off to school and mommy is finally alone. Now I
know I could never homeschool. I need my time to myself.
Don't get me wrong. I love my kids. More than anything. Really. And I am devoted and dedicated to their lives and making them happy. Maybe that's the problem. So much devotion and dedication can get pretty wearying, you know? Plus there's all the drama. This is a special feature of my own family that I'm pretty sure I can attribute to myself: Emotions, sensitivity, and a lack of resiliency (more on this at another time).
I didn't take one walk, one exercise class, or eat healthy at all. I saw
one friend
one time (our
trip to Indian Island) but we couldn't talk, because my children were consuming all my energy and attention. (Well, to be fair, it was one child who was consuming me).
This past week we experienced: 3 play dates, (2 of which included dinner and one was a sleepover) at my house, a trip to Huntington, a trip to Peconic, a hamster lost (in the house) for several hours, no fewer than 5 temper tantrums, and a vomiting episode AT THE TABLE at a local restaurant. Oh, and a Riverhead K-9 police officer and his dog sniffing around our backyard!
I won't go into more detail, though I know it would be
very funny - all of it, out of respect for my kids. The humor in it might be the only thing that kept me from hurting anyone. Let me tell you, the Adventures were abounding this week. And this old girl has had enough.
What am I going to do this summer? Sleep away camp, anyone???