Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Getting it right, eventually

 













Someone actually said to me this morning “You look like you have it all together today!


It is pouring out and we are all relatively dry and almost on time.  I guess that’s something, but I still start laughing.  If she only knew.

Actually, she kind of knows.  This friend has patiently listened to me work through some parenting stuff while our kids have been in class together.  She knows that getting three people out of the house has been a bit challenging for me.   I usually don’t have to be anywhere until 10 or 11am (yes, 11am and it is still a challenge).

The thing is, I know what I am suppose to do .  I know how to make the morning nice.  Somehow I still screw up.  Sometimes I am tired and I just don’t feel like being super mom.  I have a crying baby who needs to be fed, snacks to gather, water bottles to fill, raincoats to put on and we have 15 minutes until class starts and I want my 5 year old to get his own socks out of the bottom drawer and put them and his own shoes on so we can all tag along with him to his soccer class, in the hopes that he will have fun.  Is that too much to ask? 

Apparently so.

I know Oliver has had this issue lately.  He wants me to do things for him that he is capable of doing.  I had resolved myself to just doing them. I figure he will move on and put his own shoes on or whatever, again, but this morning I let my frustration with my often overwhelming number of responsibilities show and I am a bit of a grump, to put it lightly.

Thankfully, Benton is ready and willing to go this morning.  Meanwhile, I hear myself saying stuff I don’t like to my sweet boy who just wants me to go get his socks and is now crying about it. Linnea is crying too.  I told him to sit down and be quiet while I nurse Linnea.  He told me he might get bored.  I kind of laugh and suggest he go get his socks.  He doesn’t appreciate my suggestion.

Maybe it’s the nursing hormones, but I decide I need to be better. 

So, while nursing Linnea and putting Benton’s shoes on at the same time, I say to Oliver “I bet you can’t get your socks before I get to ‘Blast Off!’ 10, 9 8,...”  A smile spreads across Oliver’s face and he is off and running.  So, I put socks on.  Next up, shoes and raincoats.  “Let see, can you get all your stuff before I get to... , what letter does your name begin with? “  “O!”  “Oh yeah, before I get to O?  A, B, C,...”

I’ve said before that parenting requires me to come up with something brilliant 5-6 times a day.  Unfortunately, I rarely meet the quota or in this instance it takes me longer than it should to get there.  I want to do it right the first time. 

Hmm, that’s probably what my kids wish too.

Maybe I’ll get it right tomorrow morning.

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