Favouritism

Or even worse…having a very least favourite child.

I have written about this a great deal.  It lies close to my heart.  Maybe because of what I am experiencing and I don’t know how to cope with it. 

What if someone has a least favourite child.  When that one child doesn’t get taken with to work.  Doesn’t get bought something special.  Doesn’t get that extra attention.  Doesn’t get the benefit of the doubt.

How do you ‘fix’ that.  How do you manage to make the situation between the children ‘fair’ without the other kids feel that you now a favourite?

 

Mornings

This is the one thing that I just can’t get properly organized.  The one time of the day that has me stressed out.  The one routine that just seems to be without routine.

I know my boys are still small.  I know that things won’t run like a well oiled machine but oh. my. word. they have the ability to drive me to the edge of insanity some mornings!

Like today.  I had to tell them a zillion times to get dressed.  I got out of the bathroom to find both of them sitting on my bed (in the middle of winter) with only their underpants….huh?  Then I ask Jay to put on his socks, just to find him playing with cards on his bed.  Begging them to brush their teeth.  Comb there hair.  Over and over and over again. 

I got to work my folks home extremely frustrated, when my mom said I shouldn’t.  It is my duty to make sure they get to school on time.  That they are still small and I need to get them ready.  That I should understand that they are still small and need help.  Yes. I agree that I can’t just wake them up and then without warning tell them to get into the car to leave for school. However, ALL they have to do is get dressed, brush their teeth and comb their hair.  Breakfast is already dished up.  Bags packed.  They have 45 minutes to do just that…dress, teeth, hair.  45 minutes!

Funny how they can get ready in 5 minutes if I tell them we are going somewhere fun tough! 

 

 

You are late

Mornings are like the countdown to the new year in our home.  We run by seconds not minutes.

From the time we wake up till the time I drive away from the boys’ school everything is perfectly planned.  As long as everyone plays their part and follows the plan that has never been written or even said out loud from A - Z, everything works out perfectly.  No rush.  No raised voices.  We can even hear the odd bird chirping. 

Don’t mess with the plan though.  If you as much as let your toothbrush fall…we are late. 

Weird thing this morning routine.  Waking up earlier or not doesn’t make it worse or better.  It just is.  We seem to still do what needs to be done at the same second.  Even if we did wake up 10 minutes earlier, we will still be late if you do as much as let your toothbrush fall.

 

Parenting

Being a parent takes guts, patience, love, time and a lot of sanity. Being a parent of 3 kids takes a lot of insanity.

Parenting during the day is one thing. It’s hectic. You get lots of hugs and cuddles though so it’s all good.

Parenting at night is a whole different story. I can handle being woken up by a sick child. Being woken up by a cranky toddler who is giving it a bit of that just because he is two and he can repeatedly for no good reason for nights on end takes it toll.

Tonight. I have to sleep.