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Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Morning Mom Do-Over

This morning was one of those that I wish I could rewind and do-over.

We were woke up at 6:30 by our 5 year who said he felt sick and that his throat hurt. If he has strep it will be the 4th time in 3 months. That means a tonsillectomy is probably on our horizon.

Then, our 2 (almost 3) year old fell out of his crib (trying to scale the side and escape) and cut his lip open.

When Joe went in to check on him I heard, "Oh, no, Babe..." So, I jumped out of bed (not easy with a pregnant gut this size) and rushed to see what was wrong. M had blood on his hand and face. He must have bitten his top lip when he fell and gashed it open. So, now it's all fat and sore.

Then...we realized the boys hadn't done their homework last night, so that was a rush at breakfast.

And our 6 year old told me that he needed some more birthday invitations because he dropped them and now he can't find some.

Finally...after digging for more info...I found out his teacher wouldn't let him pass them out since he didn't invite the whole class--although we did invite all of the boys, which was the requirement last year--so, of course, he ended up dropping them...which naturally led to losing most of them.

This is my son. He's extremely intelligent, but also extremely disorganized.

And I'm a little chapped at his teacher (whom I absolutely love) for not letting him pass them out. She told him to give them to everyone after school.

Have you seen what the school yard is like after school?

It's like watching a dam break. 300 kids running like they've just been paroled.

There is little to no chance my timid, short, 1st grader is going to seek out and find 11 of his classmates amid that chaos. The 11 classmates he sees for 6 1/2 hours a day, I might add, but isn't allowed to hand them an invite.

Makes me want to growl. And I think I actually did. I know I barked his poor head off. I went on and on about how frustrating it is and how I hate when people make my life harder...blah blah blah. I harped, I scolded, I berated... And now I'm all covered in Mom Guilt.

It's not even 9:00 yet and I'm ready to go back to bed.

Deep breathing. Calming thoughts.
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