Friday, April 4, 2014

I did it!

What did I do?  I made it through a tough week.  Nothing serious...I am trying to count my blessings, but truthfully I feel a little beaten down.

Monday the school called to say Big A had a fever, so I ended up at home with her until Tuesday.    Monday night I came down with whatever she had.  Tuesday morning I took her to the drop-in at her doctor's office and arrived 30 minutes early only to find there was already a line up.  It was the craziest I've ever seen it, clearly there are currently some nasty bugs going around!  The good news is the quick strep test was negative, but I still filled her antibiotic script just in case because the long test takes days to get results back.  By Tuesday afternoon, I was feeling as crappy as she was. 

Tuesday Little A fell in the playground at school and got a massive shiner.  Wednesday morning Big A was well enough to go back to school, but Little A was nice enough to treat me to an epic meltdown as I tried to get everyone out the door.  She screamed and hollered the whole way and made quite a scene.  Again.  I can't imagine what people must have been thinking as Big A and I walked with Little A, sporting a black eye, followed us screaming. 

Thursday there was so much bickering between the girls as we were trying to get out the door that I didn't notice until I got home from dropping them off, that we'd left Little A's back pack and lunch at home.  Adam had the car and I was still feeling like crap.  Lucky for me, I was able to run across the street to our neighbours' who had not yet dropped off their boys at the daycare and ask them to bring it with them when they did.  Believe me, its not the first time I've asked them for such favours.  They are moving at the end of the summer.  That's going to suck.  Thursday at daycare, Little A somehow managed to injure her vagina (!?!).  No one's quite sure how she managed that, but now every time she pees it stings.

Oh, and how did the Consequence Jars system go?  Complete failure.  In fact, the girls started competing to be the first one to do something naughty so they could get a consequence.  Clearly I am raising sociopaths.  In any case, Adam admitted he doesn't like the system because consequences are not linked to the action, and many parenting experts feel they should be.  This strategy WAS an experts' idea, but this is just one example of how 'experts' conflicting advice can create confusion for us common folk.  So Adam and I are going to sit down and try to hammer out consistent/logical consequences for each type of action.  Unfortunately, since my children have no fear of me, respect for me or for my authority, I am not too optimistic that I will ever get a handle on things.  Frankly, just being a parent should qualify a person for medical marijuana use.

At least it's Friday.  I have a crazy work day seeing clients today, and tomorrow, but hopefully the rest of the weekend will be relatively relaxed, quiet time.  Ha!  Tomorrow I hope to get some of our Passover shopping done (lots of new recipes to come!), and Little A has a playdate.  Having just sent out the invitations for Little A's birthday in a few weeks, we also need to get started on the ones for Big A's party.

It's so ironic...there are some (many) days I don't think I will survive parenting, yet even if I knew what it would be like before I had children, I would still have them.   In fact, I would stop at nothing to get them.  Funny isn't it?  But as I always tell my infertility clients, we are animals, after all, the drive to reproduce is innate and biological.  If you want children, you want them, even if it lacks all reason. But that bond you feel with your children really is like nothing else.  Sometimes I am shocked, hurt and offended by how my children treat me.  Sometimes I really don't like them.  But I always love them and I would always, without question, die for them.    So here's to parenting, which, as my mom always said, is both the hardest and most rewarding job!

Have a happy, healthy weekend!

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