I am having a rough week. As my pregnancy progresses, the first day of school for both Th and myself looms closer, and the reality of my situation becomes clearer, I am becoming more overwhelmed with all that needs to be done. The problem is, I have a limited supply of energy and it's difficult for me to spread it out. I either exhaust myself with the kids and am too tired to do what I need to do, or I exhaust myself completing my tasks that I am too tired to deal with the kids. Today has been the worst in a long time.
I lost my patience so many times because it seemed like every time I got the kids occupied with something and proceeded to start my work, they would start to fight or argue or someone would get hurt or someone would destroy the other's track or take his/her toy or look at the others the wrong way or any other possible thing you could think of to cause me to stop what I was doing to go handle the situation. I spent more time walking between my bedroom and the playroom than I did doing anything else. My lower back is killing me now from all the walking I've done today! :)
Plus, since I didn't have any energy, I didn't feel like going anywhere, which is always an open invitation for the kids to argue and fight. I tried to send them outside but I was afraid the neighbors would complain from their fighting:
"Ta! Stop it! That's MY shovel!"
"No! I got it with MY own money!"
"No you didn't! You don't even have any money! Now give it back!"
"Yes! I have money. Mom! Tell Th I have money!"
Crying. More crying. Even more crying.
"Mom! Ta hit me."
"Th hit me first."
That's when I can't take anymore and just want to cry myself.
I can't wait for this weekend when TJ is home to help occupy them. As much as I have to do before the first day of school, I will be glad when I have a reason and purpose for waking early and leaving the house by 7:15am. As it is now, we wake early but we don't leave, and the longer my kids are together, they more they fight and argue!
I lost my patience so many times because it seemed like every time I got the kids occupied with something and proceeded to start my work, they would start to fight or argue or someone would get hurt or someone would destroy the other's track or take his/her toy or look at the others the wrong way or any other possible thing you could think of to cause me to stop what I was doing to go handle the situation. I spent more time walking between my bedroom and the playroom than I did doing anything else. My lower back is killing me now from all the walking I've done today! :)
Plus, since I didn't have any energy, I didn't feel like going anywhere, which is always an open invitation for the kids to argue and fight. I tried to send them outside but I was afraid the neighbors would complain from their fighting:
"Ta! Stop it! That's MY shovel!"
"No! I got it with MY own money!"
"No you didn't! You don't even have any money! Now give it back!"
"Yes! I have money. Mom! Tell Th I have money!"
Crying. More crying. Even more crying.
"Mom! Ta hit me."
"Th hit me first."
That's when I can't take anymore and just want to cry myself.
I can't wait for this weekend when TJ is home to help occupy them. As much as I have to do before the first day of school, I will be glad when I have a reason and purpose for waking early and leaving the house by 7:15am. As it is now, we wake early but we don't leave, and the longer my kids are together, they more they fight and argue!
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