This is going to be a rough week. B is in Santa Fe, NM seeing specialists about his severe neck problems. He left yesterday and doesn’t get home until Saturday. It’s going to be all I can do to get the kids up and fed and out in the mornings – and this morning I failed at the feeding portion of the list. It was my day to work in Campbell’s preschool class, which means we have to get there early to set up. When we got to school, Campbell looked at me and said, “Momom! I never had breakfast!” I was in such a hurry to get out the door that I forgot to feed my own son. That’s some winning parenting right there. I rummaged through the school kitchen and rounded up left-over snack stuff for him, which he then refused to eat.
I don’t know how single parents do this. The constant whining, asking, needing are what wear me down. There are only so many times I can applaud Ella’s magic trick before I’m ready to hand her off to someone else for a while. And there are only so many times I can answer Campbell’s zillion questions.
I’ve told the big girls that if they behave and are extra helpful this week, we’ll get hermit crabs as pets. I bought some last week for Campbell’s class, and we were all fascinated by them. The bribe is working on Ella and Lily, but not so much on the little two. Campbell is choosing not to listen to anything I say, and Elizabeth opted not to nap this afternoon.
I’m worn out, and it’s only day two.
Someone send in reinforcements – or wine – please.