Today has already been one of those days. I found out some stuff yesterday that makes me a less then happy mama, but taking it all in stride and punishing with love and understanding. I was sad, because Tyler (the one in trouble here) said I should make him sleep on the floor, a punishment he used to receive when I didn't have control with how they were dealt with. It made me sad, because it just goes to show the damage that was done is real. My job is to make him feel secure, and let him know that it's okay to make mistakes. My next goal with him is to increase his confidence. One day at a time, and one issue at a time. With love and understanding he is going to turn out okay.
To start off today was supposed to be my day to sleep in, well that didn't happen. I guess it's a good thing I went to bed at 9:30pm last night. The hubby had an appointment this morning, and the kids were being less then helpful getting ready for school this morning. You'll have days like this. Then the baby didn't want anything to do with the hubby after her morning nursing session. That was enough to tell me that going back to bed was a bad idea. I tried anyway, only to hear the older kids going up and down the stairs 6 times. I got up and got dressed at that point, admitting defeat on my day to sleep in.
I'm hoping that as the day goes on the baby's mood gets better. Maybe after her first nap she won't scream about everything. Kids laundry has to get done today, after diapers finish washing. I swear, cleaning, laundry and all that is a never ending battle. I do laundry 4 days a week. Two days are dedicated to doing mine, the hubby's and babies laundry. Two days are dedicated to doing the older kids laundry, so this morning there was no reason that Tyler should have needed jeans washed. Hopefully this week he will listen when I tell him make sure is laundry is in the sorter because tomorrow is his laundry day. He offered to do his own laundry, which I'd take him up on if he actually folded and put it away. The laundry room is a well oiled machine things go in, they get washed, they get put away. I can't deal with baskets of clean clothes not folded or baskets and baskets of clean folded clothes. I don't mind letting him help me, but he's going to learn that laundry isn't just running the washer and dryer real fast.
I have pandora radio playing in attempts to get me in the right frame of mind for all the stuff that needs to get done today. We leave Friday afternoon for my Mom's for the weekend. I need to get the house cleaned (hate coming back to a messy house), and really most of the mess is baby toys. I have to get everyone packed, clothes, diapers, food for baby, crib, clothes for us and the kids. The car needs to be loaded and ready to leave for Friday when the kids get out of school. On top of all that I have to bake a cake for my sisters party Saturday. I figured the easiest way to do this (since her party is at noon) is to bake the cake Friday during the day, let it cool, wrap it up and bring it with us. Then Saturday morning I can just put it together, frost and decorate it and it will be good to go. I'm a little stressed today, feeling overwhelmed with all the things that have to get done this week.
I can do it, just need to step back take it one thing at a time and press on. Things will come together, they always do. Baby steps right? Guess it's time to wrap this up and clean the kids bathroom, the first baby step of the day. Till later, I'm sure.
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