I spent the entire day cleaning house today. I'm tired. I need to tackle the upstairs and dining room. Because you know, I'm going to end up on that damn TV show. The dining room is overflowing with laundry again. We can't even use the dining room table to eat because there is so much clean laundry on it. When I win the lottery I'm getting a super duper high end laundry room with loads of counter space to stack all the clothing on that I never have the time (or energy) to fold. Just picture the conversation in my house on any given day:
"Mom where's the underwear?" "Check the dining room table."
"Mom I can't find shorts!!" "Check the dining room table."
Because of course that is the first place every person looks for clean underwear right?
If you were to come into my house you would notice a few things. Well other than my unbelievable beauty. The first thing you would notice is my paperwork run amok. I suck at keeping it organized.
The second thing you would notice is that none of our laundry is actually in closets or drawers. It's in baskets and where else?? The dining room table!!!!
I have tried all sorts of methods for keeping laundry organized and haven't been successful with any of them. I tried having the girls help out but after the last few times I had Abby and Brigid help I was finding laundry stashed in all sorts of interesting places. Like, you know, the linen closet and their drawers. Not a problem you ask? Oh yes it is. I can't seem to put laundry away but I'll be damned if laundry is going to be put away IN THE WRONG DRAWERS. Why bother putting it away if you can't find it?
Just go to the dining room table. It's always there.
My Life in a Nut Shell
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Last Day of School 2012
I now have a 7th grader and three 4th graders living in my house. I can hardly believe it. It just doesn't seem right that my girls are getting older. I keep thinking in 2 years I will have a high schooler and middle schoolers. I'm not ready! The trio had a celebration at their school today. There teacher, Mrs. E aka Mrs. Frizzle, is one of THE best teachers out there. Not only was she Megan's 4th grade teacher, she was also a co-worker. I've seen her from both sides and there is no one quite like her.
I did not attend anything at Megan's school today. It seems like with her being in middle school that I am missing out on what is going on. We've gone from a wonderful school like Field where I know the teachers to a school where I basically know no one. I miss that connection.
The last day of school in my mind was always just the best day ever. No homework, no stress, nothing but fun, fun, fun. My girls went off to school today looking like it was the first day of school at a military base. Solemn faces, slow walking, quiet. And weird. It was a total let down for ME! I have the opportunity to try and stay home. I have fun plans for the girls! Relaxation. The pool. Friends. What the heck is wrong with them?????
I think if it weren't for the homework, my girls would totally love school! Megan, Caroline, and Brigid are just so damn good at it!!! Definitely my kids. (Yes I was great at school. Why do you think I became a teacher?) Abby struggles at it but managed to bring up her grades this semester and is almost on grade level. Her joy of school comes from the oodles and oodles of friends she has.
When they were little and my Dad was still alive (so that puts the girls at 4 and 1) he gave his predictions of what he thought the girls would be like in school. He had them all pegged right. He said that Megan would do well no matter what was put in front of her because she was so determined and driven. He said that when Abby got off the bus she would be surrounded by friends and be the social butterfly. True. He said that Brigid would have her own unique group of friends who were smart and somewhat nerdy. Think Bardstown Rd. and that she would find her own path home from the bus. He said that Caroline would be the first one off the bus and race home to be with me. True, true, true, true. Weird that he could see that when they were so little.
So I am faced with a summer at home with 4 children who seem less than enthusiastic about the prospect. I even let them stay up to watch the end of America's Next Top Model and So You Think You Can Dance. Still no excitement.
Yay me.
This may turn out to be a very lllooooonnnnggggg summer.
I did not attend anything at Megan's school today. It seems like with her being in middle school that I am missing out on what is going on. We've gone from a wonderful school like Field where I know the teachers to a school where I basically know no one. I miss that connection.
The last day of school in my mind was always just the best day ever. No homework, no stress, nothing but fun, fun, fun. My girls went off to school today looking like it was the first day of school at a military base. Solemn faces, slow walking, quiet. And weird. It was a total let down for ME! I have the opportunity to try and stay home. I have fun plans for the girls! Relaxation. The pool. Friends. What the heck is wrong with them?????
I think if it weren't for the homework, my girls would totally love school! Megan, Caroline, and Brigid are just so damn good at it!!! Definitely my kids. (Yes I was great at school. Why do you think I became a teacher?) Abby struggles at it but managed to bring up her grades this semester and is almost on grade level. Her joy of school comes from the oodles and oodles of friends she has.
When they were little and my Dad was still alive (so that puts the girls at 4 and 1) he gave his predictions of what he thought the girls would be like in school. He had them all pegged right. He said that Megan would do well no matter what was put in front of her because she was so determined and driven. He said that when Abby got off the bus she would be surrounded by friends and be the social butterfly. True. He said that Brigid would have her own unique group of friends who were smart and somewhat nerdy. Think Bardstown Rd. and that she would find her own path home from the bus. He said that Caroline would be the first one off the bus and race home to be with me. True, true, true, true. Weird that he could see that when they were so little.
So I am faced with a summer at home with 4 children who seem less than enthusiastic about the prospect. I even let them stay up to watch the end of America's Next Top Model and So You Think You Can Dance. Still no excitement.
Yay me.
This may turn out to be a very lllooooonnnnggggg summer.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Back at it
Oddly enough I'm being asked to blog again. Not exactly sure why. I often feel like I am a trainwreck of epic proportions. Perhaps that is why people want to read. Just to see what crazy things will happen next. Sometimes I get so damn full of myself that I have to stop blogging and get a handle on myself. Sometimes there is just so much to blog about I don't know where to start. But let's start with this:
You know that moment of clarity in your life where you know exactly what it is you want to do with your life? Yeah that hasn't happened yet. (There ya go Kate.) I got laid off from my job two weeks ago. To say that it has shaken me to my core is an understatement. I devoted so much of my time, energy, and dare I say talent to that place and to have it all end so very quickly has me a bit frazzled. The long and short of it is the new owners eliminated my position and got rid of management.
So here I sit.
I've had 3 interviews already and am actually sitting back a little bit and trying to decide what I want to do with my life. No I can't teach for the public school system. I've quit twice. Bad life decisions. I admit that. In the meantime my teaching certificate has expired and it requires me to back to school to renew it. That, of course, costs money I don't have. Plus I LIKE preschool. Always have. LOVE the age group. So I'll continue looking. Right now I'm going to enjoy the summer with the girls. I had pushed the girls to the back so to speak in order to devote so much of me to that job. Now I get to focus on them. I started back in April with a trip to New Smyrna Beach, Florida. Why there you ask? One of my sister's favorite beaches. We let her ashes go on the beach on Easter Sunday at sundown:
After that we swam, relaxed, and basically enjoyed ourselves. Yep. We made it.
The view from our room:
Bingo and Caroline:
I had time to read Breaking Dawn:
Megan and Brigid participated in the hula hoop contest:
Abby after the egg hunt:
That's Brigid and Abby with the noodles in the pool and this is the resort we stayed at:
Even the Easter bunny came! What a way to spend Easter:
Abby on the beach:
Brigid and Megan bodyboarding:
More Brigid and Megan:
Caroline:
Brigid and Caroline climbing on the play equipment after lunch:
It was a wonderful week and I was proud of myself for both having the money to do this and for driving the girls down and back by myself. I was also proud of the girls for being such great travelers and being such great sports about going down there and having to penny pinch. We did a lot of dinners at restaurants that had kids eat free deals and then ate in our room which had a full kitchen.
During the 5 months I haven't blogged, pretty much everything has stayed the same. Well other than getting laid off. I managed to piss off a couple of friends. Apparently I am good at that. A former co-worker once told me I was way to blunt for my own good. I just have learned in the years since my divorce, to use my voice. I hate pussyfooting. Hate it. I expect to be treated that way too. Tell me to my face what I'm doing wrong or right.
Oh and for Mother's Day I got a kitten. So if you are keeping track that is 4 kids and 4 pets. I think I'll stop for awhile. Although Ali has pointed out that me being me I'll probably end up with someone dropping off their kid on my doorstep. And that will be ok. I've learned in my life that life has a way of working itself out. I say repeatedly that my faith in God and the Grace He provides me allows me to get through everything. It's been a long amazing journey so far. Some really bad; mostly good. I'll keep plugging through.
But for now...I gotta find the inside of this apartment. It's bordering on hoarders here.
You know that moment of clarity in your life where you know exactly what it is you want to do with your life? Yeah that hasn't happened yet. (There ya go Kate.) I got laid off from my job two weeks ago. To say that it has shaken me to my core is an understatement. I devoted so much of my time, energy, and dare I say talent to that place and to have it all end so very quickly has me a bit frazzled. The long and short of it is the new owners eliminated my position and got rid of management.
So here I sit.
I've had 3 interviews already and am actually sitting back a little bit and trying to decide what I want to do with my life. No I can't teach for the public school system. I've quit twice. Bad life decisions. I admit that. In the meantime my teaching certificate has expired and it requires me to back to school to renew it. That, of course, costs money I don't have. Plus I LIKE preschool. Always have. LOVE the age group. So I'll continue looking. Right now I'm going to enjoy the summer with the girls. I had pushed the girls to the back so to speak in order to devote so much of me to that job. Now I get to focus on them. I started back in April with a trip to New Smyrna Beach, Florida. Why there you ask? One of my sister's favorite beaches. We let her ashes go on the beach on Easter Sunday at sundown:
After that we swam, relaxed, and basically enjoyed ourselves. Yep. We made it.
Megan and Brigid participated in the hula hoop contest:
Abby after the egg hunt:
That's Brigid and Abby with the noodles in the pool and this is the resort we stayed at:
Even the Easter bunny came! What a way to spend Easter:
Abby on the beach:
Brigid and Megan bodyboarding:
More Brigid and Megan:
Caroline:
Brigid and Caroline climbing on the play equipment after lunch:
It was a wonderful week and I was proud of myself for both having the money to do this and for driving the girls down and back by myself. I was also proud of the girls for being such great travelers and being such great sports about going down there and having to penny pinch. We did a lot of dinners at restaurants that had kids eat free deals and then ate in our room which had a full kitchen.
During the 5 months I haven't blogged, pretty much everything has stayed the same. Well other than getting laid off. I managed to piss off a couple of friends. Apparently I am good at that. A former co-worker once told me I was way to blunt for my own good. I just have learned in the years since my divorce, to use my voice. I hate pussyfooting. Hate it. I expect to be treated that way too. Tell me to my face what I'm doing wrong or right.
Oh and for Mother's Day I got a kitten. So if you are keeping track that is 4 kids and 4 pets. I think I'll stop for awhile. Although Ali has pointed out that me being me I'll probably end up with someone dropping off their kid on my doorstep. And that will be ok. I've learned in my life that life has a way of working itself out. I say repeatedly that my faith in God and the Grace He provides me allows me to get through everything. It's been a long amazing journey so far. Some really bad; mostly good. I'll keep plugging through.
But for now...I gotta find the inside of this apartment. It's bordering on hoarders here.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Sunday, Sunday
Seems like I feel introspective on Sundays. This morning I am enjoying life. I had a group of triplet Moms over last night for a potluck. It was so nice to hear everyone talk about their lives and how similiar we all feel about raising multiples. Of course no triplet get together would be complete without the laughing about the usual line of questions we get when we are out in public.
I had a great time last night. This morning I had brunch with Ali. I haven't hardly seen her in months. Our lives are just so damn busy all the time. We are too busy putting everyone else first. It's nice to put us first.
I spent all day yesterday cleaning the first floor of my apartment. I definitely did not give birth to 3 organized young ladies. This afternoon I took Petey on an hour long walk around the area complete with a stroll down Mellwood Ave. Petey is kind of a baby and freaked when a car passed so I ended up carrying him a part of the way. No problem as that just added to the workout. We are doing the Biggest Loser at work and I intend to win a pot of money and a day off with pay. GREAT incentive!
I hear my big brother is getting married again. I've not had the chance to meet her so I'm going to see if they want to come over one night for dinner. Should be interesting. I'm glad to hear he is happy. We don't see each other much. In fact it's been since last February. We are definitely not alike and the only thing we have in common is that we are family. That's ok. I've worked really hard building a family out of my friends. I have an amazing village!
I need to tackle the ginormous pile of laundry that has built up again. I hate doing laundry.
So far it's been a great start to 2012.
- Are they all yours?
- Are they natural?
- Did you have much help when they were babies?
- Did you breastfeed them all? (Seriously you are going to ask a complete stranger about her breasts?)
- Do they all have the same Dad?
- Do they all have the same birthday?
- Do triplets run in your family?
- Your husband must be outnumbered with all those girls.
- I'd shoot myself if I had triplets.
- Are you going to try for any more?
- Are you going to try for a boy?
I had a great time last night. This morning I had brunch with Ali. I haven't hardly seen her in months. Our lives are just so damn busy all the time. We are too busy putting everyone else first. It's nice to put us first.
I spent all day yesterday cleaning the first floor of my apartment. I definitely did not give birth to 3 organized young ladies. This afternoon I took Petey on an hour long walk around the area complete with a stroll down Mellwood Ave. Petey is kind of a baby and freaked when a car passed so I ended up carrying him a part of the way. No problem as that just added to the workout. We are doing the Biggest Loser at work and I intend to win a pot of money and a day off with pay. GREAT incentive!
I hear my big brother is getting married again. I've not had the chance to meet her so I'm going to see if they want to come over one night for dinner. Should be interesting. I'm glad to hear he is happy. We don't see each other much. In fact it's been since last February. We are definitely not alike and the only thing we have in common is that we are family. That's ok. I've worked really hard building a family out of my friends. I have an amazing village!
I need to tackle the ginormous pile of laundry that has built up again. I hate doing laundry.
So far it's been a great start to 2012.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Twilight
One of the joys (sarcasm intended) of having diagnosed OCD (I stress diagnosed because too many people claim to have OCD because they like to clean a lot) is the fact that I obsess over a lot of things. Lots of people obsess about things. That's normal. With OCD, I not only obsess I obsess with a compulsive edge.
Here's an example. Last year there was a cup at work that I like to drink from. It was big enough to hold ice and a can of diet Dr. Pepper. Oh let's be honest here. It was diet Dr. K. As in Kroger. It's cheap. But I digress. Every morning I would race to the kitchen to make sure my cup was there. If it wasn't clean or someone else had claimed it I just knew that my day would suck. It became a compulsion to get that cup to keep from having my day suck. Had this been before my diagnosis and meds, I would have cried about not having that damn cup. I would have gotten up early to make sure I got it before anyone else. I would have taken it home with me and kept it in my purse to ensure I would have it the next day. If I had it then I knew my day would be perfect. After many weeks I finally had to make the choice to get different cups every morning to break the cycle of the OCD.
I still obsess about things. A lot of times I'll obsess over a person on FB and what that person is doing. I'll call Ali or email Megan B. and point out things about the person I'm obsessing about. Eventually I'll have to stop looking at that person's profile so I break the cycle.
I'm thankful that after a short while I will recognize when my interest in something is actually becoming an obsession which leads to the damn compulsion.
Right now my obsession is Twilight. Damn. I can't believe I got hooked into either. Now I can't stop watching the movies and reading the book. I'm still on the first book and finally saw the first Twilight movie today all the way through. I've seen the other 3 a bunch of times. Right now I am not at the compulsion stage. I can walk away from it to do something else and not feel like something awful will happen if I don't watch the movie or read the book.
I've been thinking a lot about why it's my newest passion. It's because at the very simplest level, it's a love story. Forget the vampires and wolves and whether Bella and Edward's relationship is abusive. Or the fact that they are 18 and loving this deeply. Ok Edward is like 109 years old. He still acts and looks like an 17 year old. It's a romantic story where they love each other so much they will endure anything to stay together. The scenes that get me the most are Edward's proposal to Bella in Eclipse and their wedding/honeymoon in Breaking Dawn. The proposal is so romantic and old-fashioned that I swear I swoon everytime I see it. And don't even get me started on that beautiful wedding!
I write a lot about missing being in love. I'll say that on FB and I get lots of responses about how I should be thankful I'm not married and dealing with the guy's mess, farts, neediness, or any other negative thing about being with a guy. I miss love and all the wonderful feelings that go with it. I miss that all consuming passion for someone that I don't think I could live without.
I guess I'll just keep watching Twilight and swoon over how yummy Edward is.
At least I don't have to deal with his farts.
Here's an example. Last year there was a cup at work that I like to drink from. It was big enough to hold ice and a can of diet Dr. Pepper. Oh let's be honest here. It was diet Dr. K. As in Kroger. It's cheap. But I digress. Every morning I would race to the kitchen to make sure my cup was there. If it wasn't clean or someone else had claimed it I just knew that my day would suck. It became a compulsion to get that cup to keep from having my day suck. Had this been before my diagnosis and meds, I would have cried about not having that damn cup. I would have gotten up early to make sure I got it before anyone else. I would have taken it home with me and kept it in my purse to ensure I would have it the next day. If I had it then I knew my day would be perfect. After many weeks I finally had to make the choice to get different cups every morning to break the cycle of the OCD.
I still obsess about things. A lot of times I'll obsess over a person on FB and what that person is doing. I'll call Ali or email Megan B. and point out things about the person I'm obsessing about. Eventually I'll have to stop looking at that person's profile so I break the cycle.
I'm thankful that after a short while I will recognize when my interest in something is actually becoming an obsession which leads to the damn compulsion.
Right now my obsession is Twilight. Damn. I can't believe I got hooked into either. Now I can't stop watching the movies and reading the book. I'm still on the first book and finally saw the first Twilight movie today all the way through. I've seen the other 3 a bunch of times. Right now I am not at the compulsion stage. I can walk away from it to do something else and not feel like something awful will happen if I don't watch the movie or read the book.
I've been thinking a lot about why it's my newest passion. It's because at the very simplest level, it's a love story. Forget the vampires and wolves and whether Bella and Edward's relationship is abusive. Or the fact that they are 18 and loving this deeply. Ok Edward is like 109 years old. He still acts and looks like an 17 year old. It's a romantic story where they love each other so much they will endure anything to stay together. The scenes that get me the most are Edward's proposal to Bella in Eclipse and their wedding/honeymoon in Breaking Dawn. The proposal is so romantic and old-fashioned that I swear I swoon everytime I see it. And don't even get me started on that beautiful wedding!
I write a lot about missing being in love. I'll say that on FB and I get lots of responses about how I should be thankful I'm not married and dealing with the guy's mess, farts, neediness, or any other negative thing about being with a guy. I miss love and all the wonderful feelings that go with it. I miss that all consuming passion for someone that I don't think I could live without.
I guess I'll just keep watching Twilight and swoon over how yummy Edward is.
At least I don't have to deal with his farts.
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Yes!
I needed this reminder this morning. Funny how God manages to make sure we see things when it's needed:
That's how I'm going into 2012. I've learned and been through so much that I no longer say "good riddance" to the previous year. Without the previous year I wouldn't be where I am today. Good or Bad. In my head I should have been in a big house in Lake Forest with an adoring husband and maybe 10 kids (ala the Duggars) while I am a stay-at-home Mom. Instead I'm a single Mom in an apartment with no husband and only 4 kids. Not what I planned but let's face it. If I hadn't ended up in this place in life, my Faith would have NEVER increased 100 fold. There's something to be very thankful for.
I'm not much for resolutions because mine are basically the same every year. So instead here are some goals I am pretty sure I can attain:
The girls and I found a condo we really, really want. I can't buy a house until I'm 3 years out from the sale of my house/foreclosure. That's Oct. 29 of 2012. It's for rent. And I think I can afford the rent for a year. My lease doesn't end until Apr. 1. I just have to keep praying that it's God's will that we end up there. Here's the link:
http://www.homes.com/listing/155152228/LOUISVILLE_KY_40206
I actually lived in that complex when my parents first moved to Louisville in 1983. The outside isn't much but the inside is gorgeous!! We love it!
So that's it. Happy New Year's Eve!!!
That's how I'm going into 2012. I've learned and been through so much that I no longer say "good riddance" to the previous year. Without the previous year I wouldn't be where I am today. Good or Bad. In my head I should have been in a big house in Lake Forest with an adoring husband and maybe 10 kids (ala the Duggars) while I am a stay-at-home Mom. Instead I'm a single Mom in an apartment with no husband and only 4 kids. Not what I planned but let's face it. If I hadn't ended up in this place in life, my Faith would have NEVER increased 100 fold. There's something to be very thankful for.
I'm not much for resolutions because mine are basically the same every year. So instead here are some goals I am pretty sure I can attain:
- attending the Seminary
- taking a trip to Florida over Spring Break to let my sister's ashes go on a beach the way she always wanted
- potty training Petey
- having more fun with girls than should be allowed
- moving/buying a house/condo
- getting in shape
The girls and I found a condo we really, really want. I can't buy a house until I'm 3 years out from the sale of my house/foreclosure. That's Oct. 29 of 2012. It's for rent. And I think I can afford the rent for a year. My lease doesn't end until Apr. 1. I just have to keep praying that it's God's will that we end up there. Here's the link:
http://www.homes.com/listing/155152228/LOUISVILLE_KY_40206
I actually lived in that complex when my parents first moved to Louisville in 1983. The outside isn't much but the inside is gorgeous!! We love it!
So that's it. Happy New Year's Eve!!!
Friday, December 30, 2011
Single Parent burnout
I think I might be suffering from it. I'm tired today. Pretty much everyday. I woke up with a killer migraine today. I'm having a lot of those lately. It sucks. I'm still internalizing everything from work. I'm trying to let things roll off my back. It's hard. Let's be honest. No one likes to be disliked. (Thanks Jeremiah). It hurts. And just so you know? When you exclude people from a get together after work? We notice. And it hurts our feelings. 'nuff said.
It's been a long day with the girls. Even though I had a killer migraine I still had to do things around the house. I had to go to Family Dollar and Kroger. I'd never been in a Family Dollar until a few months ago. Now it's my go to place for things like toilet paper and dish soap. I found 3 shirts in there for me that were $2 and $3 apiece. ChaChing! I hit Kroger (the Dirty as our city calls it because it earned that nickname several years ago) and ran into 2 friends from Field and ended up talking with some old lady about the big game tomorrow. U of L vs. UK. This city will shut down for a few hours for that game. I realized AGAIN that I have become my Mother. I would CRINGE every time I went someone where with my Mom and she would end up talking with anyone anywhere. I now do the same.
I had the girls pick up the living/dining room and kitchen. We Petey proofed it. Then I blocked off the upstairs so Petey can't go up there. Thanks to that move, Petey only had one accident today and it was by the front door. He still hasn't figured out how to tell us he needs to go. With the upstairs blocked off he can't go upstairs and pee, poop, or chew. Very successful day for Petey!
I did THREE load of dishes. I was so behind in the kitchen. I made lunch and dinner. Did 3 loads of laundry. It's been so long since I have been able to just take care of me when I am sick. No matter what my girls still need things from me during the day. No one is patient enough with Petey to take him outside so that is my job. It's easy to see how burnout occurs in single parents. I imagine it happens to married parents as well. At least if you are married you can tag team. If one is out with the dog, the other is cooking dinner. If one goes to Kroger, the other does laundry. In theory at least. Yes I get a weekend off every two weeks (again, in theory). It's just that for the two weeks leading up to that weekend it is an unending assault on my abilities as a parent. And call me crazy but I don't want to just do the bare minimum. My girls need my time. It's not their fault their parents are divorced. It's not their fault that their Dad doesn't step up to the plate the way he should and be involved in a PRODUCTIVE, HELPFUL, POSITIVE way. It's all on me.
It's a good things my girls are so dang lovable. That fact alone keeps me going. And I keep replaying a phrase in my head that I heard on a former TLC show "Table For Twelve". I'm Facebook friends with Betty. During an interview on the show they made a comment that was something to the effect of "It's not my time right now. It's their (the children) time. When they are grown it will be our time." That is what keeps me going. It's not my time right now. So I'll keep getting up everyday and keep going.
Except for tomorrow. It's Saturday. I'm sleeping in. That translate to about 8 a.m. if I am lucky.
Oh and in Brigid's words, "Happy New Year's Little Eve."
It's been a long day with the girls. Even though I had a killer migraine I still had to do things around the house. I had to go to Family Dollar and Kroger. I'd never been in a Family Dollar until a few months ago. Now it's my go to place for things like toilet paper and dish soap. I found 3 shirts in there for me that were $2 and $3 apiece. ChaChing! I hit Kroger (the Dirty as our city calls it because it earned that nickname several years ago) and ran into 2 friends from Field and ended up talking with some old lady about the big game tomorrow. U of L vs. UK. This city will shut down for a few hours for that game. I realized AGAIN that I have become my Mother. I would CRINGE every time I went someone where with my Mom and she would end up talking with anyone anywhere. I now do the same.
I had the girls pick up the living/dining room and kitchen. We Petey proofed it. Then I blocked off the upstairs so Petey can't go up there. Thanks to that move, Petey only had one accident today and it was by the front door. He still hasn't figured out how to tell us he needs to go. With the upstairs blocked off he can't go upstairs and pee, poop, or chew. Very successful day for Petey!
I did THREE load of dishes. I was so behind in the kitchen. I made lunch and dinner. Did 3 loads of laundry. It's been so long since I have been able to just take care of me when I am sick. No matter what my girls still need things from me during the day. No one is patient enough with Petey to take him outside so that is my job. It's easy to see how burnout occurs in single parents. I imagine it happens to married parents as well. At least if you are married you can tag team. If one is out with the dog, the other is cooking dinner. If one goes to Kroger, the other does laundry. In theory at least. Yes I get a weekend off every two weeks (again, in theory). It's just that for the two weeks leading up to that weekend it is an unending assault on my abilities as a parent. And call me crazy but I don't want to just do the bare minimum. My girls need my time. It's not their fault their parents are divorced. It's not their fault that their Dad doesn't step up to the plate the way he should and be involved in a PRODUCTIVE, HELPFUL, POSITIVE way. It's all on me.
It's a good things my girls are so dang lovable. That fact alone keeps me going. And I keep replaying a phrase in my head that I heard on a former TLC show "Table For Twelve". I'm Facebook friends with Betty. During an interview on the show they made a comment that was something to the effect of "It's not my time right now. It's their (the children) time. When they are grown it will be our time." That is what keeps me going. It's not my time right now. So I'll keep getting up everyday and keep going.
Except for tomorrow. It's Saturday. I'm sleeping in. That translate to about 8 a.m. if I am lucky.
Oh and in Brigid's words, "Happy New Year's Little Eve."
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