Sometimes I feel the pull of life more than the push. This week I feel like I’ve been pulled every which way, while trying to push myself. But it all feels like pulling. Does that make sense?
my the kids’ new favorite show, “Good Luck Charlie” and a little “me” time on Tuesday morning, it has not been our best days.
A certain almost-22-month-old I know and love has had a rough “go” of it in the nap department lately and has cried herself to sleep every day this week. I shifted her nap a little later since I had to pick up the boys from VBS at noon every day. But she also would NOT sleep for the sitter on Tuesday morning. What’s up? I have no idea.
I hollered at the boys at lunch time because they were nagging for dessert before they were even done with their meal. And they do this A LOT. Perhaps it’s my fault for indulging them too many times in the past. Perhaps it’s just because they are kids and well, anything with sugar in it is quite tasty (don’t remind me, I haven’t had any this week!) and I can’t blame them for wanting it. But I also superduper loathe the nagging. I mean, could you please just CHEW that last piece of sandwich and swallow it before you ask me
100 times for a cookie? Please?
I walked out of VBS drop off without K this morning. Yep, uh huh. You read that right.
Blame it on the fact that she walked in on her own (when I usually carry her), or that it’s kinda crazy with all the people around dropping off their kids too. Or the fact that I had the sitter one morning and reverted back there in my mind. Or perhaps it is because thoughts in my mind sometimes go like this:
“Must return library books. And renew ones online that I forgot to return. Ooh! I need to marinate the pork for dinner! What colors do I want to paint the picture frames Dad gave me? Do I need to sign the boys up for soccer already? Do I still have coffee in my mug? What time is it?…”
I’ve tried to rationalize it in my head but the fact of the matter is, I left her for a few moments. And I was distracted.
I realized what I’d done after I saw an acquaintance in the parking lot and she asked if both boys were in VBS this time. As I said yes, I realized I DID NOT HAVE!!! my 3rd child with me. I was mortified. She was shocked. I could tell by her face. I ran back…
I was away from K for less than a minute but it didn’t matter. I shouldn’t have left her. I was upset with myself. When I got back to the lobby she was in the sweet hands of a couple of cute teenage girls who were VBS helpers, and smiling. But it didn’t matter (alreadysaidthat,Iknow). I felt horrible. And embarrassed.
I mean, who does THAT?!?!
Of course after thinking about it
A LOT I figured I wasn’t the first or the only parent to ever do this. Does it make it any better that I did? Of course not but I also have to remember that I am human and sometimes I make mistakes.
I just hope I never make one like that again.
And I pray this week gets better. Right now.
Now here’s a picture because it cheers me up…
And yes, I kept very close tabs her all the rest of the day and as far as I know, she’s currently safe and asleep in her crib…
And no, I have NO idea how she got so big or her hair got so long…