I had a bad day today. My house looks like I had a bad day today, because a bad day for me equates a good day for my kids. While I laid on the couch and didn't accomplish much more than finishing a book I was reading on my Nook, the boys redecorated my house in their favorite accoutrements. Toys, articles of clothing, various art projects, and empty cups are arrayed in a decorative manner, if sporadic and ever-present chaos is a decorative style. They had a ball, because Mama wasn't interfering with their mission of spreading shit everywhere.
Now they are in bed, and I am overwhelmed. It's old adage about it seems like you don't do much of anything all day and then you don't do any of it and you realize how much you actually do to stop chaos form reigning supreme.
The good news is that they didn't notice that Mama wasn't in peak form. It's not that they don't care- they do. If they think I am sick/sad/hurt/mental they get very concerned, and then I feel horribly guilty for being transparent.
At least I can say I played bongos in the family band today, and pretended to be a sheep, and read about a hundred early readers out loud. I fed them breakfast, lunch, snacks,and two dinners. We ran a few errands, went to the doctor's office, and filled prescriptions. They got dressed, one of them bathed and the other brushed his teeth. More art happened than video games. I taught the big one how to use google maps to find things by proximity, and we attended a political function so I modeled the values I want them to have.
Was it a stellar parent day? Not by a long shot. I wasn't a stellar anything. But we survived and I didn't bring them down with my own issues. That's going to have to be enough for tonight. I even managed to take a picture to document the good and bad of it.
|Note the underpants and empty cat food can.|
And now that they have gone to bed, this is what I am left with:
|At least I picked up the keyboard!|
And you know what? It can wait until tomorrow. The world won't end if I go to sleep like this. A good friend will compliment me on picking up the underwear and realizing it was a herculean task.