Attitude adjusted

Lately I feel like I complain about Spencer’s attitude a lot. And while it leaves a lot to be desired, as apparently is par for the course with almost-seven year olds, I only mention it in this post to tell you how wonderful Sunday was.

We go to Disney a lot. A LOT. We love it, and I don’t think we plan on not renewing our passes any time soon, but lately the attitude problem makes us feel like we’re raising ungrateful children who are taking a lot for granted. I know, it’s the age. But I don’t want to raise ungrateful children.

Sunday we had a hard early morning again, and after starting the drive there was more whining and I turned around and spoke sharply to him. Do you want to go home? Do you want to stop going? Etc, etc, etc. I told him that if he wanted to keep with this, he would smile any time I wanted him to smile. He would let me take pictures of him any time I wanted to take pictures of him.

Dude. The attitude difference was amazing. There was smiling. There was laughter. I never got angry or irritable or frustrated. We rode rides. We had fun. We really had a blast.

I hope we have more days like this.

Needing a break on a Friday

It’s been one of those weeks where everything in life exhausts you. For no reason! Just a lot of things building up to a whole lot of wanting to crawl under the covers for a very long time.

S is having some trouble at school again. I toyed with how much to write about it here because he is getting to the age where I don’t want to embarrass him, but I feel like I need the support here. He’s having some trouble with a couple kids in his class, and it’s spilled over to where he’s the one getting into trouble and I can’t leave it to them to fix anymore. There’s been a lot of name calling back and forth and Spencer told the other boy he was going to do something mean to him (for a first grader, he was going to flush him in the toilet) as a response to the other boy threatening him with a wedgie and a wet willie. Hardcore stuff here, right? S was the one who got in trouble though, because it was his part of the exchange that got overheard by the teacher. On one hand, I appreciate my child standing up for himself. He’s always been a people-pleaser and a follower and I always worried that would get him into trouble when he started following his friends instead of adults (and I was right) but I’m glad he’s not just taking it. On the other hand though, his teacher needs to be aware of the situation in case it escalates, and in the event she hears part of what’s going on she can explore the rest of it.

So last night I wrote a long letter to her explaining what was going on, and how I was not excusing S’s behavior (because I’m not, he also needs to learn what is acceptable and what’s not) but that I wasn’t sure she knew the full extent. I had to use some first grade name calling in serious sentences – “professor poopsberg” and “fartman”. Now I’m second-guessing the letter because I don’t want to land him in one of those “hug out your feelings” meetings with the principal. They are in first grade. They aren’t all going to like each other. They NEED to figure out how to deal with each other without adults getting involved all the time. But. But.

I’m constantly second guessing my parenting. I can only do my best, right?

Anyhow. We had the funeral yesterday which was long and exhausting but nice. Lots of family. Long long day. Tomorrow we have baseball tryouts and a birthday party and ugh. I’m tired. So tired.

Miscellany

Meal planning has gone to crap again two weeks in, although I’m not going to take this week as a representative week for how things will go, I just don’t know how it was so much easier. It’s not this time around – so much else happening. We were over at my in-laws’ Monday night planning what was needed for the gathering post-funeral (what is that called?) and by the time we left there was no cooking – we stopped for sandwiches on the way home. Last night I managed what was on the list (spaghetti), but today was supposed to be pot roast and I completely forgot to put it in the slow cooker and it’s currently sitting rock solid in my freezer. So … Saturday, it is! Tomorrow we have the funeral so we won’t be home and look at that – the week is already pretty much done. Where does that time go?

I’ve written more, but I’m boring myself, so *DA-lete*. What’s up with you?

I’m participating in #100happydays on Instagram, trying to remind myself of one good thing every day. It’s hard. I’m not necessarily pessimistic, but some days do go by with my thinking it was a terrible day. And not all of the day was hard. I didn’t fight with the kids the whole time I was with them (just when they came home to dinner on the table while stuffing their faces with doughnuts from next door), I got a new phone; I smiled. So I’m trying to remind myself of that.

I’m still on the outs with books around here – I have some but I haven’t been reading them and have been pretty apathetic, really. I’m not sure what it is – nothing catching my attention? But I haven’t cracked them, so I’m not sure how they should GET my attention. If my books start talking to me, I’m going to have to check myself in somewhere. I have been playing a lot of video games with C and watching Gilmore Girls and you know, that’s fine. Books will be there for me when I get back to them, I know that.

Quick things meant to post Fri, Sat, Sun but now here’s Monday!

Dude. Unexpected sickness can really blindside you, did you know that? Wednesday I woke up with a burning throat and by lunchtime I was down for the count. 2.5 solid days in bed, left really only for the doctor on Friday and occasional trips to the bathroom and/or kitchen. I thought it was strep but it turned out to just be a nasty case of bronchitis. I’m not fully over it, but I’d say 85-90% better.

1.       So my meal plan didn’t go exactly as planned, being derailed by sickness.  I was honestly not as bad as expected though – I made my husband get me soup Wednesday but I sucked it up and made dinner Thursday and Friday and both weekend nights, which never happens. I don’t put anything on Sundays because we so often go to Disney that I leave it up in the air. Since we didn’t go anywhere this weekend, I just slid over my meals. So Saturday night we had Wednesday’s meal, and Sunday we had Saturday’s.

2.       I’m hesitant to mention this due to the issue of internet jinxing, but Henry has been back in underwear for sleeping since the new year with no accidents. He’s excited; we still have half a pack of pull-ups in case something goes awry but so far so good. I think it was a developmental issue – he was going through something there for a couple months that he just couldn’t stay dry at night. Hopefully we have moved past that.

3.       We had another death in the family this weekend, this time in my husband’s family. I know we’re just at that age, but when I think back on the past three years, there have been so many funerals. So many goodbyes. I don’t want to say any more goodbyes.

4.       Hey, I finally finished a book! Two, actually! However, I spent those 2.5 days watching Gilmore Girls or sleeping, so there was still very little reading. It’s okay. I’m okay with it. I’ll get there.

5.       Even though I’m feeling better, my head is still a dead weight from the sinus pressure and I have that funny tickle in my ears that you can’t reach no matter what you do. I took Mucinex, but I think I may have taken something I shouldn’t in the daytime or something because I’m feeling a little loopy. At least I have 5 hours before I can go anywhere because I’m at work. It’s also possible it’s just the sinus pressure that is making me loopy in which case, ugh. I have officially used my brain more today than I have in five days and maybe it’s ready for a break.

6.       After I started feeling a little better, I took the kids out to Chuck E Cheese – did you know they got rid of the nasty hamster tubes, and now they have bumper cars? It’s new, yours might not have it yet, but it was a big hit with the boys. The only issue I have with this is that the hamster tubes were free whereas the bumper cars cost 4 tokens for each kid for each ride. But they loved it and that was worth it. We got there near opening and I bought $20 worth of tokens and that was it, they played until they were gone. It was a good (and exhausting time), and afterward I bought myself a Starbucks coffee and sat while they played in the mall play place and yes, I think I’ve won Saturday morning mom of the year. Then we went home and I needed to be back in bed for a bit.

7.       The other thing of note this weekend needs a little backstory. Henry is shy. Super, overwhelmed even by people he knows well, shy. So since neighbor boy moved in a couple months ago now, he loves playing with him but he won’t go over there because although he *knows* F’s parents, he isn’t comfortable with them and just won’t go. Saturday afternoon, after I had a little rest, the boys all wanted to play so I went over too. I sat and talked to the mom for a bit and was Henry’s security blanket for almost an hour while he played crazy with the other boys, and then he let me go home to start dinner while he stayed over for awhile longer. Sunday morning when he woke up the first thing he said was “remember yesterday when I went over [F]’s house?” with a broad grin. He was proud too. Sunday he went back over BY HIMSELF (not even with his brother, bc he wanted to play video games a little before going out) and then went over again later with the other boys and I realized that dad was the only one home. So even though he got used to being there with mom, he was okay with dad too. You don’t know how proud I am of him – this is really big for him, and it also means more for school. It means we might be able to do this. He’s going to be okay.

Food stuffs.

I’m trying this week to stick to my menu plan. The last few weeks (since before Christmas, really) I’ve struggled with this and we’ve eaten more than our share of takeout and restaurant food. It’s really time to stop with all of that. I like to cook. My family (usually, sometimes, when they’re in the mood) likes to eat what I cook. So back at it. This week:

Monday: orange garlic shrimp, brown rice, asparagus (I omit the cayenne from the shrimp so everyone will eat it)

Tuesday: grilled pizza

Wednesday chicken burrito bowls (chicken quesadillas for S and pepperoni quesadillas for H)

Thursday: spinach lasagna rollups

Friday: cheese and dip plate: hummus, babaganoush, pita triangles, brie, grapes. (kids will have popcorn and fruit and whatever else they want to forage for if still hungry)

Saturday: lentil shepherd pie (jury’s still out on if this will be consumed by the littles)

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

I’m not sure why, but I have been “down” lately. Not depressed, not sad really, but winter-y blues even though it’s not winter-y here. Low energy, every task feeling insurmountable. I come home and put on my pjs. I get up enough to make dinner (most of the time) but otherwise, well, there’s a lot of me not doing anything. And that’s nothing. I just finished my first book of the year, and really I’ve been reading it since Christmas.

And speaking of Christmas, it’s still been up but

YESTERDAY I finally pulled it all down and packed it all up. It was bittersweet, but S came around the corner while I was up on a ladder taking ornaments off the tree and said “you’re taking Christmas stuff down?” (sounding a little broken up about it, to be honest) and I said I was. He exclaimed “YES!” and wandered back out of the room. So. I worried that I wouldn’t be able to get it done because I tweaked my back sometime in the afternoon and it was hurting pretty bad. It was terrible by the time I finished but I powered through (I’m going to need a synonym for that phrase because I use it a lot lately) and stretched afterward and it was a-o-k. So my house is de-Christmassed! A few people told me to leave the “winter” stuff up, but the problem with that is that I can’t. I just can’t. I keep it all in the same bins, and my house would still feel cluttered and nope. So I got it all and it’s all packed up and my husband even took down the tree AND packed it up AND put it up in the attic. Done. *wipes hands of it all*

I went back to a paper calendar. I’ve tried a few things – bullet journaling, online calendars, etc etc. But I miss things or I lose my post-its or find other reasons to stop. So I’ve gone back to a paper monthly/weekly calendar to keep in the black hole of my purse, and I think it’s going to work much better.

I also managed to get a shower. It was on my to-do list. Little things, people. Little things.

TODAY I have one “task” on my to-do list – I’m trying, at least while I’m feeling this low-energy way, to put one task on my list that needs doing that I don’t really want to do. One task shouldn’t be insurmountable, right? Tonight’s is to clean out under the bathroom sinks. Every time I go under there, things fall on me, and the cupboard door is broken in my bathroom and I can’t seem to fix it. So if I clean, C should have a reason to fix it. Yes? I also have fold laundry on the list, but that would be there anyhow needing to be done so it’s not an unusual task. Folding, I don’t mind. Hanging, ugh. I hate hanging.

I might also try to get a run in, but I don’t know. I gave myself the goal of running 30 miles in 30 days, which shouldn’t be so hard but I’ve done 1 run for 2.25 miles and here we are halfway through the month. I need to get back on the wagon I just don’t know how yet.

 

TOMORROW I have no plans yet. It’s a quiet week for work; it’s actually a quiet month, which is nice because the last few months of last year were ca-razy. I have dinner planned but otherwise I’m not sure what task to put on my list or what to do with myself. Should I take a pass? Get in the pjs and hang out? Or maybe clean out one of the kitchen cabinets. S is signed up for baseball which starts on the 24^th and he wants to be better at catching by then (his hitting and throwing are pretty decent but catching is not good) so when it’s not raining I want to take him outside to practice. The problem is, I’m really terrible at catching and not great at throwing. I like to WATCH baseball. I’m leery of the rest of it.

Fits

I’m writing this for posting ahead, which is a foreign concept to me – usually I’m hopelessly behind. I’m not good at discussing a topic and pretending it happened *right then* when really it happened last week, but in this case it happened right now and I’m posting it *next week*. So bear with me. (an aside – I think the reason I’m unable to discussing something like it just happened is because I’m a chronic oversharer, so I’ve already whined about this a little on facebook, and differently on twitter, and even differently to my girls’ group.)

So anyhow, last night H had the tantrum to end all tantrums. He’s 4.5 now, and while we get whining and stomping of feet etc etc ad nauseam, we do not get full blown out tantrums. I think this fit was harder because we have had NONE in so long. This was a tantrum for a child who can’t express himself, not one who has a wide vocabulary. He’s always been a little volatile (many moons teaching deep breathing to that one) but dude. This one started over a battle of wills between him and my husband. He was stomping around and C told him to brush his teeth (in prep for a tv show; the kids always get one tv show before bed as long as we are home with reasonable time to do so). He refused three times, whining about something or other, and finally my husband had enough and told him that he wasn’t getting his show. No yelling at him, just done. Enter flip out.

I stayed out of it, as much as it hurt to listen to him scream and cry and generally get hysterical over a tv show (tv! The devil box!). He was obviously exhausted, and 20 minutes into said hysteria he brushed his teeth but the decision was already made. No show. He continued his insane hysteria for more than an hour, and in that time my husband went in there twice to talk to him and calm him down and I also went in twice, held him and tried to talk him off his ledge. The problem was, problem for him anyhow, that we weren’t giving in. It might seem like a little thing to put your line in the sand on, but this only doing things on their own terms thing … it’s gotten to be a problem. Eschewing the process that we know works best for our family – it’s gotten to be a problem. Refusing to do things for no good reason – well, you get it.

65 minutes later (and 25 minutes past bedtime, S had already been put to bed in my bed and was asleep), I checked on him again and he was laying down clutching his bear, sad and wide-eyed but calm. We talked about it and how we would try again tomorrow. He agreed.

I’m honestly proud of how we handled it. There was no yelling, very little even raising of the voice. He was outraged and scream/choke-crying and it was terrible, but we didn’t give in to his demands but we were still quite understanding about what he wanted. That ship had sailed, buddy. Calm down and try again tomorrow. I told him I loved him (he choke-cried “you … too…” It was hard – so hard. So hard to listen to him cry, so hard to not just acquiesce for the sake of peace. So hard.

This morning? Bright-eyed and bushy tailed, playing tinkertoys with his brother when I woke up.