More and more I have been saying, "Ehh, it's one of those days (or weeks)" It's not that I have been having bad times, just that it never seems there is time for everything. Making it seem that way is just one of my many jobs. I tell Kris that I feel like I am running at top speed from the moment I get up until my head hits the pillow. I know I'm not alone but there isn't much solace in that when you know you have three million things to do in two days and you still need to perform the regular duties. My mind is always racing. From things I want to do, to things I need to do and then all of the things that come up in the middle of all of it. I do okay at managing a lot of things but it comes with a price. The first is that I sometimes take on a bit too much. I, of course, do not realize this until I'm waist high in the weeds. The second thing is that I get frustrated by those I perceive to be lazy. "Hey...you, over there...If I can do it while xxxx, how is it that you can't just simply xxxx?" I have to make myself remember that we are all wired differently and each person has different priorities. (it sounds great written, now to just remember!)
I preface this post with the above because yesterday was a day where I had to practice a lot of restraint. I'm still confused and frustrated. Let me get to the nitty gritty. I was at Giada's ice skating lesson. This is a beginner, I barely know how to remain upright, class. Seven weeks in, most of the kids are at least standing and can follow simple directions. In come the "demolition brothers". I continue to hear their mother have e x a c t l y the same conversation with them each week. As they completely ignore her, she makes threats and yells and they continue to ignore. Once again, yesterday they were informed that they will not have their DS this weekend. Frankly, they don't seem to give a shit and based on my observation, they probably will get the dang toy back for the weekend if they would just do mommy this little favor.........where I'm going with this is that I want to know where you draw the line? The kids don't listen to the instructor any better than their own mother and she spends the 30 min. lesson lounging in the bleachers. I don't know if I should be angry with her for having no control over them, angry still because her wild children are inches from hurting other kids in the class and she just watches or do I just feel sorry for her? Kris pointed out that maybe this is the only break she ever gets from them.... I just don't know. I tend to lean in the direction of wanting to shake her, especially after her reaction after class was, in a sing-song voice, "I've noticed that you are having a bad listening day" Roar.
It was only 6:10pm and I had a lot I planned to accomplish last night. No, I didn't get to it all but I made a dent. I grabbed the mail on the way in and got a happy surprise....which as I'm now writing is kind of eerie. My Facebook post yesterday afternoon was, "share some Happy with me". Anyhow, I got another piece of real mail. The kind that makes you want to cozy up in your favorite chair and take in every bit of delight it has to offer. Pretty lined envelope, real handwriting, added adornment...you just knew it was something that was intended for you to appreciate. Those of you that know me, know that this is pure heaven in my world. I don't need to delve into the details but simply put, it added some sunshine to my day.
I preface this post with the above because yesterday was a day where I had to practice a lot of restraint. I'm still confused and frustrated. Let me get to the nitty gritty. I was at Giada's ice skating lesson. This is a beginner, I barely know how to remain upright, class. Seven weeks in, most of the kids are at least standing and can follow simple directions. In come the "demolition brothers". I continue to hear their mother have e x a c t l y the same conversation with them each week. As they completely ignore her, she makes threats and yells and they continue to ignore. Once again, yesterday they were informed that they will not have their DS this weekend. Frankly, they don't seem to give a shit and based on my observation, they probably will get the dang toy back for the weekend if they would just do mommy this little favor.........where I'm going with this is that I want to know where you draw the line? The kids don't listen to the instructor any better than their own mother and she spends the 30 min. lesson lounging in the bleachers. I don't know if I should be angry with her for having no control over them, angry still because her wild children are inches from hurting other kids in the class and she just watches or do I just feel sorry for her? Kris pointed out that maybe this is the only break she ever gets from them.... I just don't know. I tend to lean in the direction of wanting to shake her, especially after her reaction after class was, in a sing-song voice, "I've noticed that you are having a bad listening day" Roar.
It was only 6:10pm and I had a lot I planned to accomplish last night. No, I didn't get to it all but I made a dent. I grabbed the mail on the way in and got a happy surprise....which as I'm now writing is kind of eerie. My Facebook post yesterday afternoon was, "share some Happy with me". Anyhow, I got another piece of real mail. The kind that makes you want to cozy up in your favorite chair and take in every bit of delight it has to offer. Pretty lined envelope, real handwriting, added adornment...you just knew it was something that was intended for you to appreciate. Those of you that know me, know that this is pure heaven in my world. I don't need to delve into the details but simply put, it added some sunshine to my day.
Somewhat recharged from my few minutes of escape to the land of personal correspondence, I still had to get dinner made, take the dog out, get some laundry in the wash, read a story and kiss my little one good night.....before I edited pictures, folded and put away other laundry and got lunches started for the morning....
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