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jennickelssighing in frustration. Besides the kids taking the baby so I could get an extra hour of sleep it's just been another one of those days.
All...I mean ALL...that work I did yesterday, almost finishing my list and it's all undone by 4 kids in 2 hours. Sigh.
I got up and the kitchen was a disaster--cereal bowls everywhere, cereal all over the floor, milk left out on the counter. There were toys all over both living rooms. Coats and shoes were strewn about. The bathroom had toothpaste all over it and clothes tossed on the floor with towels and robes. The bedroom floors were covered in clothes (probably clean) and toys. The kids were playing the xbox and ignoring their brother (they usually watch him pretty good). Grrr. I had to disconnect the xbox because you let them play for 1 hour 1 day and they seem to think that means they can play whenever they want at any time.
I need to go back to bed, I think.
On the bright side...I wrote about 5 pages yesterday AND I finished the story I was reading and started the next one in the series.
So, probably going to write some more when my husband gets home in a few hours and maybe have a finished story by...say, Wednesday. Depends on how much work I get done.
All...I mean ALL...that work I did yesterday, almost finishing my list and it's all undone by 4 kids in 2 hours. Sigh.
I got up and the kitchen was a disaster--cereal bowls everywhere, cereal all over the floor, milk left out on the counter. There were toys all over both living rooms. Coats and shoes were strewn about. The bathroom had toothpaste all over it and clothes tossed on the floor with towels and robes. The bedroom floors were covered in clothes (probably clean) and toys. The kids were playing the xbox and ignoring their brother (they usually watch him pretty good). Grrr. I had to disconnect the xbox because you let them play for 1 hour 1 day and they seem to think that means they can play whenever they want at any time.
I need to go back to bed, I think.
On the bright side...I wrote about 5 pages yesterday AND I finished the story I was reading and started the next one in the series.
So, probably going to write some more when my husband gets home in a few hours and maybe have a finished story by...say, Wednesday. Depends on how much work I get done.
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Date: 19 Mar 2011 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 19 Mar 2011 08:13 pm (UTC)I was sick the last few days with a sinus thing so I've been slacking on making them do their chores along with doing my own. Feeling better now so it's back to normal.
But if hear one more time: it's not fair I'm going to scream. They don't seem to think it's fair that they have to clean up the messes they made. Like the bathroom. I know I didn't make the mess since I don't use that bathroom. The only time I'm in there is to go into the laundry room (which is attached). Sigh. At least they're all outside now playing so it's quiet with the baby napping.
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Date: 19 Mar 2011 09:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 19 Mar 2011 11:22 pm (UTC)2 of the kids went off to crash a birthday party. The 10yo got grounded to her room for stealing potato chips and grounding them into the sofa. The 4yo is watching TV and the baby is just crawling around getting into trouble now.
Still waiting for hubby to get home so I can go lie down or write (probably nap). Probably dinner first, though.
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Date: 20 Mar 2011 03:47 am (UTC)My youngest had to be put to bed today all in her clothes because she is having a bad reaction to her latest ADHD medicine, and she went on a rambling, unconnected, hate-filled, illogical tirade that was simply unstoppable and ... well... wacko. We'll be talking to the pediatrician on Monday. After all that excitement, I sat down in the comfy chair in the living room, to notice that one of the Barbarians had decorated the wall with their chewing gum. Believe it or not, I do teach them civilized behavior...
So, yeah, wishing you a productive evening of escapism!
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Date: 20 Mar 2011 04:41 am (UTC)Unfortunately my husband got home at 4:30pm, we watched Bones and then he fell asleep around 6pm. The baby fell asleep around 6:30pm so I went into my room to read and my 4yo came in every 2 minutes for the next 20 minutes until the kids woke the baby up. Grrrr. Now I'm too tired to think, let alone write.
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Date: 20 Mar 2011 04:55 am (UTC)Have you read your kids Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day by Judith Viorst?
As it says "Some days are like that. Even in Australia."
May you sleep soundly tonight, and wake up to a better day tomorrow!
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Date: 20 Mar 2011 05:09 am (UTC)It's got to be better tomorrow. Anything less is unacceptable.
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Date: 20 Mar 2011 05:16 am (UTC)But you have the right spirit. Be fierce! [See icon] Make the universe bow to you and give you a better tomorrow!
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Date: 20 Mar 2011 05:42 am (UTC)I always pay for that, though, because they take it as a free for all (instead of being all sweet and saying, oh, mom isn't feeling well, let's clean the house for her or something) and I get stuck cleaning it up the next day.
I need a freaking vacation. Going non-stop for almost 11 years is just exhausting. I need to be back on my pills to help but trying to keep a positive attitude in the meantime.
Of course, I got my 2nd wind and now it's almost 11pm and I'm still up when a few hours ago I couldn't keep my eyes open. So frustrating.
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Date: 20 Mar 2011 05:59 am (UTC)After all, it's 1:53 a.m. here, and I'm not particularly tired. I come from a long line of night owls and people that shift states (whether from waking to sleeping or from sleeping to waking) only with the greatest difficulty.
And after 11 years? Yeah. You need a vacation.
Unfortunately this is the small print on the Mom Contract:
Inasmuch as the position of Mom is as much a calling as it is a professional position, and inasmuch as children require parental input on occasions occurring past the age of majority, the undersigned, by signing this contract and agreeing to be Mom, agrees not to take a single day off in her lifetime. A mother in good standing may, however, apply, at a frequency no higher than once every two weeks, for a day less on. Mothers in good standing whose children have all reached the age of majority and become self-supporting, may apply for permanent day less on status. This status will be instantly revoked if 1) the mother undertakes to raise further children, whether biological, adopted, or foster, 2) the children of said mother a) produce children or pets of their own in need of supervision and b) she agrees to provide supervision of those children or pets, or 3) the mother decides to open a daycare in her home. The Almighty is not responsible if the undersigned does not show due diligence in choosing a husband of sufficient maturity to avoid permanent day on status to care for his needs. Mothers are enjoined to take steps to avoid this eventuality, since the management accepts no culpability for failure to achieve permanent day less on status due to partner immaturity.
How long until you can have the pills back?
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Date: 20 Mar 2011 07:18 am (UTC)I've been off the pills since nov. I'm not good with doctors so despite desperately needing them I've been avoiding finding a doctor here.
I'm all kinds of crazy here.
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Date: 21 Mar 2011 03:13 am (UTC)I used to feel exactly the same way about doctors, in spite of being married to one, so I completely understand your reluctance. I trust my husband utterly, but suffer from "white coat hypertension" with any other doctor I see, even though some of them are people he works with, trusts, and respects. It's a legacy of having had some truly awful pediatricians growing up. With each good, kind, caring, listening doctor I see, it's getting better. My husband has helped me find doctors that are good, unhurried listeners, and it helps, even though I am definitely not the pour-it-all-out type. Good listeners tend to be better at treating one like an intelligent human being, instead of a collection of body parts, or an intellectual puzzle. They respect the patient more.
My best advice is to ask the people you see around if they have a doctor they like, and why, and when you find someone who likes him/her for having a good "bedside manner" or being a good listener, go for it. The better you feel, the more you will be able to be there for them when they need it, and the better it will all go.
I hope I don't sound preachy, it's just that I know from experience that when I take care of myself enough to be waving, and not drowning (a metaphor from the poem by - I think - Stevie Smith, that signals her desperation in the last line "Not waving, but drowning") then even the bad days go a little better and are easier to bear.
My heart attack was the thing that finally hammered into me the lesson that I should have learned back when I took lifesaving at 15 (and have renewed it every 3 years ever since). I can't save others unless I am strong and safe myself.
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Date: 21 Mar 2011 02:49 pm (UTC)I get it from my dad. He had a heart attack in 2006 and knew something was wrong for 2 weeks! before he actually went to the doctor. He started feeling ill and refused to believe it was anything serious until the pain was so intense he couldn't deal with and knew he was having a heart attack. He then DROVE himself to the hospital. I was so pissed.
He was in the hospital for a week and had to have quadruple bypass. He almost died. And yet, he still avoids going to the doctor. Sigh. He's probably heading for another one or worse. Not much I can do about it, though.
For myself...just too many excuses and I honestly forget half the time. On the good days it doesn't even cross my mind but the bad days...and then I feel to crappy to even attempt to find a doctor.
Well, gotta go. Kids woke up with ants all over their room and my 4yo has a rash all over her body from being bit. Just what I needed.