It's been a solo-parenting weekend for the books. Caleb fought me tooth and nail on e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. and flooded the upstairs bathroom and, consequently, kitchen when I dared to take a five-minute shower after my long run. Danae cried over e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. James whined over e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. The boys were a cacophonous whirlwind that frequently and intentionally left Danae out of its frenzied activity -- much to her, and my ears', chagrin. I don't think I've spoken at a level below a yell because they all operated at Defcon 1 during every waking moment, and I've screamed several times. I'm so ready to go to my five-day weekend known as work.
Which is why I'm returning to the highlighted words here. They're part of a recent viral Facebook post from a former kindergarten teacher who laid out why she left teaching. My mom sent me the entire post a few weeks back following another similarly long week. On the one hand, the words bring me comfort. Despite what I feel are my failings, I must be doing something right if I'm consistently told "Your kids are so well-behaved. I use them as examples." and "Your kids are so polite and helpful. I can always count on them." but they're "messes" at home. On the other hand, on very, very long days/weekends/weeks like this ... I wish they felt completely comfortable somewhere else -- or at least with Daddy and Nana.
But then I look at the next lines in the teacher's post: "The kids flipping tables at school They don't have a safe place at home." I can't but help tear up over these words. So tonight I'll eat my gigantic bowl of ice cream and stay up later than I should to decompress, and tomorrow I'll strength train my frustrations away and put my big-girl pants on and ... say "no" 10 times before breakfast, set boundaries, try REALLY hard to understand why Caleb is fighting me and Danae is crying over where I placed her barrettes in her hair and James won't stop talking long enough to breathe, and give them hugs and kisses and praise for the things that aren't driving me bonkers. And I'll remember that these are signs they feel safe -- not signs that I'm failing at being a "good" mom.
Today we adventured out for the first time to Belmont Park! It was the boys first time to go to any type of an amusement park. They both got to have their first experiences on rides and Hudson’s had his first time on a carousel. He absolutely loved it! •
Highly recommend on the week new to doing the “fast parking” there. Totally worth the $40 if you got kiddos + want to make the most of your time instead of driving around ‘forever’ trying to find a place. •
Also there is nothing hotter than seeing your man with the baby in a carrier!!
Weekend treat for miss Summer for her birthday that was during the week. We had a lovely couple of hours walking around the botanical gardens in the city. We followed her lead and let her the lead the way and she walked around for an hour and a half before she began to get tired and we had to stop. We took a long walk across 2 bridges stopping to admire the water. We got to the end of a bridge after a 10 minute walk across and ended up turning around and walking back because she saw a bird she wanted to follow. ♥️ She stopped and said hello to everyone she saw. We also stopped at the fountain to look over the wall for a while. We saw a lot of the same places but it was lots of fun to slow down for a while.