So I’ve gone off M/M for a moment and am picked up Tales from the Pantry: Random Rants & Musings of a Stay-At-Home Mom on Kindle Unlimited. It’s hilarious! And while it does remind me of some of the crazier moments with my daughter when she was little, I don’t feel like my life was as nuts or frazzled. Maybe because I only have one to deal with.
I think that will change as she gets older though, because she’s 9 so we are now getting to the puberty and hormones and preteen stage. Which I’m learning is a whole different ballgame of fun times.
Yesterday, I picked her up from school and after about 3 minutes, her attitude was snarky, mean and she yelled at me because she was thirsty and I didn’t have a drink for her. It didn’t matter that she was just within steps from the water fountain at school, had a water bottle she could have filled to have in the car and we were going straight home.
Then when we got home, she had a total meltdown with about 20 – 30 minutes of crying because she couldn’t have the ice cream on her school field trip. We think she is lactose intolerant, so she’s afraid to drink milk or eat ice cream. She also doesn’t eat a whole lot of cheese, except on her pizza. ~ insert eye roll~ Never mind that we buy lactose free milk and lactose free ice cream. She still refuses.
And then proceeds to complain for 10 minutes because I’m making her read for 20 minutes before she’s allowed to watch television.
Oi! And she’s only nine! Nine! I can’t even think how much worse it will be when the hormones really kick in and teenage angst becomes a living thing.
When my daughter brings home her school tests, we make sure to go over every answer she got wrong so that she understands why it was marked wrong and what the correct answer is. That way she learns from her mistakes.
Good thing we do this. We found a math problem that the teacher marked wrong, but was actually correct. I brought this to the teacher and luckily she was very nice about it. She changed the test grade in the computer right away while I watched. And big deal it was. It brought the test grade from a B to an A.
She’s only in third grade, but still. For a child who thinks she’s going to fail because she misspelled “coming”, it’s a huge deal to go from a B to an A.
So if you think the answer is right, even though it’s marked wrong, bring it up to the teacher, professor, or whatever instructor graded the test. They are only human and they make mistakes, too.
I forget everything! So in order to remember what needs to be done, I make myself reminders. What’s really sad is that I’ve tried to use the new reminders app on my phone, because I can tell it to remind me at a certain time or day, but I always either ignore the reminder or plain don’t hear/see it. That’s how bad I am at remembering stuff.
So when my daughter started school, the calendar was flooded with activities. I am almost obsessive with making sure every event is marked. It doesn’t even matter if we can’t attend, it still gets added.
I don’t know how I’d mange without a calendar. I always thought that I wouldn’t be one of those moms that needed a daily planner. Sheesh! I only have one kid. What do I need a planner for. It’s not like we have a bustle of activity like some families who have 2 or 3 kids that are older and in around after school activities.
But I guess my time has come. Our calendar has never been so full of reminders, due dates, school activities, etc.
I can only imagine how much busier our calendar will be as she gets older.
Are you a daily planner mom? Did you ever think you wouldn’t be?
God made the world with its towering trees
Majestic mountains and restless seas
Then paused and said, “It needs one more thing…
Someone to laugh and dance and sing
To walk in the woods and gather flowers
To commune with nature in quiet hours.”
So God made little girls
With laughing eyes and bouncing curls
With joyful hearts and infectious smiles
Enchanting ways and feminine wiles,
And when He’s completed the task He’d begun
He was pleased and proud of the job He’d done,
For the world, when seen through a little girl’s eyes
Greatly resembles Paradise.
— Author Unknown
Having kids will make you do things you never thought you’d do.
There has many days that I’ve stepped out of the house with princess stickers on my clothes or on my hand. Or with my hair styled by a 5- year old.
I’ve been peed on, pooped on, thrown up on. I’ve run through a store to get my toddler to the potty before it’s too late.
The silliest things we, as parents, do is probably when the child is tired and cranky or just upset and the ultimate goal is to make them smile and dry their tears.
Silly faces. Goofy dances. Made up songs.
But for me the one that tops them all happened last night.
I shoved a pen up a horse’s butt and fixed its tail.