I wish I had a sound proof room that I could go into now and then and just scream my ever-living lungs out!!!
As some of you may know...I am a single mom of two daughters who are 8 and 9 years old. As if the house weren't feminine enough I also have a female cat.
Lately..........the older dumpling has been an emotional basketcase and it's driving me absolutely nuts!!!!! She cries at the drop of a hat. Just as an example, tonight I picked them up and we went to Staples to get supplies for her science project. Well the 8 year old wanted something too so I said ok. That ticked the 9 year old off 'cause she's just getting supplies for a school project, not for fun......SO....to even things out (seems like I'm forever evening things out) I told the 8 year old she cannot get anything for fun at Staples but instead we'll shoot over to the bookstore after we're done and get her book that she needs for her book report. Things were silent and I made the big mistake of looking in the rear view mirror. My 9 year old had tears streaming down her face. Apparently that wasn't fair either. Mind you this is all occuring between 5 and 6 pm and no one has eaten supper yet.
Now we're home, Wendy's kid meals in hand because I have the patience of a flea at this point and am not even going to try to cook dinner since it's like 6:15pm. After they eat we sit down and look at the directions of the science project. I go through it with the 9 year old in very basic terms and I put the stuff in little ziploc baggies for her to bring into school along with wicked simple instructions that she should follow with her project buddy when they are in their aftercare class. (note: project buddy's doing diddly squat so far since her parents don't speak a lick of English) Tears start streaming down her face again. Apparently it's too confusing and she ain't graspin' the concept of what she needs to do........she wonders why she's only doing the experiment and not the entire report tomorrow. I explain that we need to do things methodically and wait for results to occur before writing a report on them but it's just not hittin' home. I pack the stuff with instructions in her bag and promise to call the aftercare teacher and ask her to please help.
Then comes the bath. Apparently the temperature was not hot enough for the 9 year old princess. Tears once more because it's not perfect. I ask if she wants me to run more hot water and she solemnly shakes her head no. Fine. Bath is done and it's time for lunch to be packed......she looks at what I've packed and more tears come because she doesn't understand why Megan, the 8 year old has three more blueberries in her snack baggie than she does.
I put one from Megan's bag into Emily's and eat the third, making all right.
Now the clothes for tomorrow. Apparently there is a shirt that matches her pink plaid capris perfectly and I'm not gettin' which one it is. I have no idea if it's at her dad's house and I"m not about to go down cellar to start looking for it. Tears again.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As some of you may know...I am a single mom of two daughters who are 8 and 9 years old. As if the house weren't feminine enough I also have a female cat.
Lately..........the older dumpling has been an emotional basketcase and it's driving me absolutely nuts!!!!! She cries at the drop of a hat. Just as an example, tonight I picked them up and we went to Staples to get supplies for her science project. Well the 8 year old wanted something too so I said ok. That ticked the 9 year old off 'cause she's just getting supplies for a school project, not for fun......SO....to even things out (seems like I'm forever evening things out) I told the 8 year old she cannot get anything for fun at Staples but instead we'll shoot over to the bookstore after we're done and get her book that she needs for her book report. Things were silent and I made the big mistake of looking in the rear view mirror. My 9 year old had tears streaming down her face. Apparently that wasn't fair either. Mind you this is all occuring between 5 and 6 pm and no one has eaten supper yet.
Now we're home, Wendy's kid meals in hand because I have the patience of a flea at this point and am not even going to try to cook dinner since it's like 6:15pm. After they eat we sit down and look at the directions of the science project. I go through it with the 9 year old in very basic terms and I put the stuff in little ziploc baggies for her to bring into school along with wicked simple instructions that she should follow with her project buddy when they are in their aftercare class. (note: project buddy's doing diddly squat so far since her parents don't speak a lick of English) Tears start streaming down her face again. Apparently it's too confusing and she ain't graspin' the concept of what she needs to do........she wonders why she's only doing the experiment and not the entire report tomorrow. I explain that we need to do things methodically and wait for results to occur before writing a report on them but it's just not hittin' home. I pack the stuff with instructions in her bag and promise to call the aftercare teacher and ask her to please help.
Then comes the bath. Apparently the temperature was not hot enough for the 9 year old princess. Tears once more because it's not perfect. I ask if she wants me to run more hot water and she solemnly shakes her head no. Fine. Bath is done and it's time for lunch to be packed......she looks at what I've packed and more tears come because she doesn't understand why Megan, the 8 year old has three more blueberries in her snack baggie than she does.
I put one from Megan's bag into Emily's and eat the third, making all right.Now the clothes for tomorrow. Apparently there is a shirt that matches her pink plaid capris perfectly and I'm not gettin' which one it is. I have no idea if it's at her dad's house and I"m not about to go down cellar to start looking for it. Tears again.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!