Well it's been a few weeks since I
have posted, sorry for neglecting y'all. In my defense the last month has
been very busy! The kids and I traveled back to Las Vegas to pack up our stuff,
BTW we have way too much stuff, even after four trips to goodwill. 10
days was a pretty tight schedule but somehow we managed to homeschool and
pack up, not going to lie there were a couple of moments when I didn't think I
would survive. Without my pretty amazing friends (you know who you are!) who
kept my kids on multiple occasions I would not have met the
deadline. After we left Vegas we headed to Utah with all our stuff. We
then spent a nice week at Grandma & Grandpa's homeschooling and finding a
contractor to help us build our new house in Utah. Done and Done!
Back to the title... So we came home and got back to normal. I sat down to write several times and all I kept thinking was if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all!
Well every time I sat down to write I just couldn't think of anything wonderful and uplifting to write. I think I felt that everyone else felt sheer joy at the thought of spending so much quality time with their kids, I just never seemed to feel the sheer joy. Don't get me wrong most days are pretty good and I think to myself " I'm getting the hang of this.", and then usually within 3 minutes everything crashes down around me. Typically it's quarreling kids, or the terrorizing 3 year old, and usually it happens the moment I walk into the tiny cubicle we call the bathroom.
I had an epiphany this morning when one of the busy mother's I totally look up to complained of a stressful week and having to deal with problems with her kids. I do feel bad for her, but I am truly grateful for her honesty this morning. It brought me a ray of hope, hope that my kids are normal. That it's okay for siblings to fight, 3 year olds will be naughty, and it's not because I am a bad mom--it's just a part of growing up. Something I forget, because I didn't grow up with my siblings I was 10 years behind my brother, I was more of an only lonely kiddo with no one to quarrel with. I always dreamed of someone close to my age so I could have a friend, now I just don't empathize with my kids and their constant bickering. They have what I dreamed of and they just don't appreciate it.
I am learning and beginning to see that it's normal for them to argue, still don't like it, but I learning to tolerate it. I just need to thank those of you who have kids, and did grow up with brothers and sisters, thanks for reassuring me that my kids are normal, and I am not the worst mom ever!
So now I've gone and done it... I said a bunch of not so nice things about my kids. I do love them and I am enjoying this opportunity to be their teacher, but I am grateful that our life in this tiny little home won't be forever.
Thanks for listening,
Angel
Back to the title... So we came home and got back to normal. I sat down to write several times and all I kept thinking was if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all!
Well every time I sat down to write I just couldn't think of anything wonderful and uplifting to write. I think I felt that everyone else felt sheer joy at the thought of spending so much quality time with their kids, I just never seemed to feel the sheer joy. Don't get me wrong most days are pretty good and I think to myself " I'm getting the hang of this.", and then usually within 3 minutes everything crashes down around me. Typically it's quarreling kids, or the terrorizing 3 year old, and usually it happens the moment I walk into the tiny cubicle we call the bathroom.
I had an epiphany this morning when one of the busy mother's I totally look up to complained of a stressful week and having to deal with problems with her kids. I do feel bad for her, but I am truly grateful for her honesty this morning. It brought me a ray of hope, hope that my kids are normal. That it's okay for siblings to fight, 3 year olds will be naughty, and it's not because I am a bad mom--it's just a part of growing up. Something I forget, because I didn't grow up with my siblings I was 10 years behind my brother, I was more of an only lonely kiddo with no one to quarrel with. I always dreamed of someone close to my age so I could have a friend, now I just don't empathize with my kids and their constant bickering. They have what I dreamed of and they just don't appreciate it.
I am learning and beginning to see that it's normal for them to argue, still don't like it, but I learning to tolerate it. I just need to thank those of you who have kids, and did grow up with brothers and sisters, thanks for reassuring me that my kids are normal, and I am not the worst mom ever!
So now I've gone and done it... I said a bunch of not so nice things about my kids. I do love them and I am enjoying this opportunity to be their teacher, but I am grateful that our life in this tiny little home won't be forever.
Thanks for listening,
Angel
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Be sure to save this for our posterity. Someday Emily will read this when she is discouraged and realize she can do it too. So good.
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