I was a bum last week and didn’t post! Lots of craziness here (as though that is ever news;-)
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Made it through yet another kid’s birthday party. Junior had a great time but these fêtes are so stressful for me to plan and execute. It has been years since I have thrown birthday parties for my kids so I felt guilty and decided to allow all three of the older ones to have parties to celebrate this year. (The youngest just turned one and I figured she won’t need/remember a big birthday party so we just did a family thing.) Anyhow, I have decided on a rule regarding bday parties: We’ll do them for age 3, 6, and 9 and possibly 13 and 16 if they are so inclined, but that is it. Unfortunately, my three oldest are each three years apart so most of those milestone bdays will occur all in the same birthday season! Oh well, it seems worth it simply to not have big birthday bashes every.single. year.
I am worried I am heading toward shoulder surgery. I think it is because I am getting old with a little bit of “children have wrecked my body” added in. When Spike was born, I had a wrist thing going on for over a year. It was the stinkin’ carseat-lugging. It finally got better when I wore a wrist brace for most of my waking moments. But now my shoulder has been out of whack for 9+ months. I have tried stretching it, icing it, heat-padding it, over-medicating on Advil to no avail. It has gotten so bad the pain keeps me up most of the night. (And let me tell you, my 15-month-old finally started sleeping through the night and nothing breaks your bubble of “Yay! Finally a whole-night’s rest!” than being up in pain with “minivan shoulder”.) Next stop is the chiropractor to see if I can figure this out without resorting to something more invasive.
Which leads me to….yay I get to bring my kids to the chiropractor appointment on Friday morning. Hubby usually gets Fridays off, but just after I made the appointment (that has taken me months to get around to making) he informed me he has to go in for a special work meeting this Friday all day. Because I am really and truly a glutton for punishment, I decided to keep the appointment (hey, my shoulder really hurts), and haul the youngest three with me. All I have to say is thank goodness for tablets. I momentarily thought about bringing them to my bi-annual hair cut & color appointment Thursday but my good friend luckily intervened and agreed to watch the kids for me.
SAHMs need decent childcare options. I have the toughest time with this. I don’t need full-time child-minding, just the occasional couple of hours here and there so I can go to doctors’ appointments, or volunteer, or just have a coffee by myself so I don’t go crazy. I have no family in the area. (and even if I did it is unlikely they would be able/willing to help in this capacity) Our town does not have good (any?) options for drop-in childcare. I have only one close friend who has not gone back to work (my other good friends are leaving SAHM-ing in droves!) and I hate to impose myself constantly on her. Hubby does get Fridays off, but what happens when the doctor I need to see doesn’t have office hours on Fridays? Or Hubby is resistant to “babysitting” the younger ones so I can volunteer once in a while at the older children’s school? What do I do with them when I give blood, or want to go into a china shop? The answer is, I either take them along (sorry dental hygienist for the mess my toddler made of your laughing gas canisters) or simply stop volunteering, stop running errands anywhere there are breakable items (so sorry Hobby Lobby! Your displays are so beautiful that my kids need to “see” them with their hands), and put my health needs last (I would love love love to be able to see a therapist at least once a month or so). Just very frustrated. I might just have to bite the bullet and put an ad in on Care.com.
Trying to teach my kids about money. This is challenging. The kindergartner is still trying to wrap her head around the fact that 6 cents is different from 6 dollars. The boys seem to be compulsive spenders, even when I explain to them the value of saving your money for something really special and dividing your funds into Save/Spend/Donate. I can’t get any of them to voluntarily donate any of their own money. My money, sure, but with their own cash, definitely not! I worry I am raising children far too interested in our society’s idea of consumerism. Parenting is tough.
I did art with Spike and Evvie this week! Go me! Normally the thought of doing crafts or art projects with my kids makes me want to claw my eyes out (the mess, the chaos, the children eating non-toxic finger paint!) but I took a deep breath and held it together long enough to let them make a total of 5 masterpieces.
Apparently, I have a diabolical plan: I only make really delectable desserts when I am serving positively disgusting food for dinner. This is the honest truth. They found me out. It’s a vast parental conspiracy. (Cue evil laugh) So if you come to our house for dinner and you smell those delicious brownies…beware! That means we are having liver, potatoes (don’t ask me – my Idaho-born children think potatoes are anathema), and something green for dinner. No dessert unless you clean your plate. Mean mom strikes again!
Have a delightful week!