I hate the morning. Hate getting up early, getting breakfast together, dealing with the rush, rush rush to get out the door all the while wishing we could just take it easy for once. The thing I hate most - though - is myself. I yell, I scream, I make idle threats the kids KNOW I won't follow through on - every morning it's like Groundhog Day except without the comedic stylings of Bill Murray and instead just me in pajamas screaming like a crazy person.
Sigh...I didn't think parenting was going to be so hard. Of course I did have the misfortune of birthing a child EXACTLY like me. I know, I know - my parents are THRILLED that I am dealing with all the things I brought upon them - but this time boy style. He is smart, full of imagination and incredibly kind-hearted. Unfortunately, he is also spacey as the day is long, completely forgetful, and could lose his head (seriously - if it was possible he would do it) if it wasn't stuck on his neck so well!!! Our ongoing morning battle revolves around swim goggles. He needs to be at swim practice every morning by 8am and he cannot swim without the goggles. This alone should make them a valuable commodity and something he keeps close at hand. NOPE. He spends the morning running around like a mini-Kim looking for them - until we finally stumble upon them in some totally random place (the Yodi bucket in his room) and we run out the door - frazzled and disorganized - all the while me yelling about "keeping your things in their place."
Upon the advice of friends and family we are going to start getting the pool bag together at night - I hope this will help alleviate some of the issues we seem to be facing on a daily basis.
One battle at a time...one battle at a time...
On the plus side - I'm very proud of how well he is swimming and how focused he CAN be when he tries. He is my best boy and the sweetest, most caring child I know - and despite his shortcomings - I can't imagine loving him more - though I would certainly like to YELL a lot less. Mommy has her shortcomings too...
Until tomorrow...
Positively,
Kim
Sigh...I didn't think parenting was going to be so hard. Of course I did have the misfortune of birthing a child EXACTLY like me. I know, I know - my parents are THRILLED that I am dealing with all the things I brought upon them - but this time boy style. He is smart, full of imagination and incredibly kind-hearted. Unfortunately, he is also spacey as the day is long, completely forgetful, and could lose his head (seriously - if it was possible he would do it) if it wasn't stuck on his neck so well!!! Our ongoing morning battle revolves around swim goggles. He needs to be at swim practice every morning by 8am and he cannot swim without the goggles. This alone should make them a valuable commodity and something he keeps close at hand. NOPE. He spends the morning running around like a mini-Kim looking for them - until we finally stumble upon them in some totally random place (the Yodi bucket in his room) and we run out the door - frazzled and disorganized - all the while me yelling about "keeping your things in their place."
Upon the advice of friends and family we are going to start getting the pool bag together at night - I hope this will help alleviate some of the issues we seem to be facing on a daily basis.
One battle at a time...one battle at a time...
On the plus side - I'm very proud of how well he is swimming and how focused he CAN be when he tries. He is my best boy and the sweetest, most caring child I know - and despite his shortcomings - I can't imagine loving him more - though I would certainly like to YELL a lot less. Mommy has her shortcomings too...
Until tomorrow...
Positively,
Kim
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