A Corner Table in My World

So right now there are probably a dozen other things that I should be doing.   Not only that, but I had an entirely different post written that I intended to put up and then this morning I had a little snafu.   I don’t know what else to call it without making it seem way more important than it really is so snafu is what I settled on. I mentioned a while ago that I was having problems getting Baby on the ice at skating but that I was using the “wisdom” that I’d learned from my experiences with Boy to get through them, or around them, and not completely stress myself out.   Well apparently I spoke WAY too soon. The last couple of weeks I haven’t been able to get Baby to do anything.   And I do mean anything.   I can’t get her to skate, to do gymnastics, to listen at home, to keep her clothes on… nothing.   She’s started having temper tantrums more and more frequently, she’s always been the most strong-willed of the kids even if she’s usually more sub...

Maybe it's a cliche.  Maybe it's common sense.  Maybe it's wishful thinking.   Whatever it is, it is the truth.   Some days are just harder than others.  Some mornings you wake up and from the moment you open your eyes everything goes right.  There are no crying children, or broken glasses.  Missing socks and hiding backpacks are non-existent on those days.  Everything goes according to schedule, no one is late or confused or completely absentminded.... And then there are days like today.   Okay, so nothing has gone horribly, painfully wrong.  Just nothing has really gone well either.  Between the kids fighting more because they are tired and not wanting to do anything at all, and me feeling a bit sick and tired too the morning was something, well, something best forgotten. :(  The afternoon hasn't been that stellar so far either. In anycase, I guess I can only hope that tomorrow is better.  Or at...

Image via Wikipedia 7:00am - alarm goes off... hit snooze 7:15am - alarm still going off... FINALLY get out of bed 7:20am - take first sip of coffee and start feel awake less zombie-like 7:25am - have shower 7:40am - finish cup of coffee while getting dressed 7:45am - get second cup of coffee and breakfast for Zona 7:50am - make lunch for Zona 8:00am - finish getting ready - hair, clothes, brush teeth, etc. 8:10am - complete Zona's hygiene process 8:20am - pull Zack and Saphira from their beds if the shower/dryer/older sister haven't already waken them up 8:25am - start madly dashing around the house trying to get little kids ready to go, while yelling at Zona to finish getting her shoes/clothes/backpack/coat on 8:35am - pile everyone into the van for the drive to the school to drop Zona off  8:40am - drop Zona off at Grade 1 8:45am - pile out of van and go back in to the house 9:00am - start 3rd cup of coffee and get little kids breakfast 9:10am - check e-mails and log-in to ...

It's amazing how differently you view things as an adult, as compared to when you were a child yourself. Summer holidays as a kid were blissful days of freedom. As an adult, as a parent , the summer "vacation" is a complete misnomer. It's not a vacation, not a holiday. It's more work then the rest of the year because while, sure, you don't have to drive kid A to dance class, kid D to soccer practice and you don't have to take kid K to flute lessons (all hypothetical 'kids' made up for this arguement) you have them around you all of the time! There is no 45-minute break from the rat-race while waiting for skating to be done. There is no free time for you to take a break. If you are at home, 99% of the time your kids are there too. And if you're leaving house for some reason, 99% of the time your kids are begging to come with you - if only so that they too can get out of the house for a bit. And folks, honest to God, it makes this whole sham o...