Today I walked into the school office to drop off some paperwork and I was instantly recognized by the principal as Gleek’s mother. He then noted which box the paperwork was going into and further identified me as Link’s mother. One month ago he had no clue who I was, now he has me securely linked to both of my kids who attend his school. I have mixed feelings about this. I am very grateful for the caring administrators at my kids’ school. They take time to know the kids by name and to help the ones who are struggling. I am a little embarrassed that my kids have done things which required focused administrator’s attention. I am glad that my kids feel like the adults at the school are friendly. I am relieved that the conversation could consist of statements about how much better Gleek is doing now.
We are now 4 weeks into the school year. I’m starting to feel in control of the schedule. It is a hectic schedule, but I’m not being completely swamped by it anymore. This is good because time is marching headlong toward the release of the next Schlock book and my preparations should be proceeding apace. Unfortunately they aren’t yet. I meant to have a store ready for beta testing by the end of this week. Now I’ll be lucky if I can make that happen by the middle of next week. I’m not sure why my personal schedule spiraled out of control just as the kids seem to be settling in. Perhaps one is a reaction to the other. During the first few weeks of school I had to give the kids 100% to make things work at all.
Now I just want to curl up with a movie or a book and pretend that my house is in order. It isn’t though. And every time I look around I see maintenance tasks which need done, but which I’d rather not do. Things like dishes and vacuuming. In fact my house has reached the state where I think longingly of scooping all the detritus into a box and throwing it away. This would create massive mutiny and rebellion in the children, but it would make the house cleaner.
I think the reason the house has gotten so bad is because neither I nor the kids have had mental room to make sure that chores actually got done. We’ve all been too busy adapting to school. Hopefully I can leverage this weekend and put chores back on the daily schedule of events. I just get so tired of making kids do things they don’t want to do.
“I just get so tired of making kids do things they don’t want to do.”
I hear ya, sister. Ohboy, do I hear ya.
“I just get so tired of making kids do things they don’t want to do.”
I hear ya, sister. Ohboy, do I hear ya.
“my house has reached the state where I think longingly of scooping all the detritus into a box and throwing it away” – I feel like that, and I don’t even have kids!
“my house has reached the state where I think longingly of scooping all the detritus into a box and throwing it away” – I feel like that, and I don’t even have kids!
I like playing “pretend my house is clean and in order” too!
I just have to project the image I have in my mind of what I dream my house always looks like through my eyes… and voila! clean, and orderly house!
And then Ross has to come home and switch my dream house eye lenses to reality eyes and point out that the kitchen is full of garbage and he had to wade through the livingroom in order to even see the messy kitchen…. argh.
I like playing “pretend my house is clean and in order” too!
I just have to project the image I have in my mind of what I dream my house always looks like through my eyes… and voila! clean, and orderly house!
And then Ross has to come home and switch my dream house eye lenses to reality eyes and point out that the kitchen is full of garbage and he had to wade through the livingroom in order to even see the messy kitchen…. argh.