I Think I’m Ready.

I think I’m ready to step back into the world of blogging.

I know terribly few people care about what I have to say, but I don’t think it matters. I use this as a way to chronicle my kids’ lives.

They start school again in a couple of weeks. I’m going to start going batty again in a couple of weeks. I really should take them out to get things like backpacks & school supplies, but I don’t want to. I want to live in denial for a little longer.

The Time I Learned to Breathe

“Mommy? Can you hook up a monitor to this computer so I can use it?”

I looked at the pile of work around me on the only day I’m in this particular office & told Butter that no, I couldn’t. I thought I had to take the monitor off of my computer & I had no idea where my new one was & besides that we didn’t have any cables, so I told him I didn’t have time to search for things.

He seemed fine. He went back upstairs to watch the Olympics, leaving me to work in peace.

For five minutes.

Then he came downstairs & told me he knew where the cables were & was going to go get them. I told him no. I had an epic pile of stuff to do & I knew he wouldn’t let up. When Butter gets focused on something, he is FOCUSED. Things done right away aren’t being done quickly enough. That was when I burst into tears.

I love working a flexible job. I love having my kids here with me when I’m working. I don’t particularly love that they seem to think all of Mommy’s attention needs to be on them. All of it. They’re constantly asking me to play with them, completely oblivious to the piles of paper that surround me & how much I have to do.

I reached a breaking point. I reached out to a couple of friends & told them how frustrated I was. I told them I was sobbing because I know. I know I’m too hard on Butter & I don’t want to be. I want to have more patience with him. I want to be there for him when he needs me. I want to be the fun Mommy, not the Mommy who just yells & says no all the time.

The advice was to breathe & give myself a time out before making any decisions.

So I did.

I took a breath.

And then, I made a decision.

This work will be here tomorrow. It can be done tomorrow with little consequence except my energy level. But that’s what coffee is for anyway, right? So I took time. I watched from my desk as he got his computer set up with some help from a friend & learned what’s missing. We need some cable or another & then he’ll be on his way to coding with the best of them. 

I can come back & get the work done tomorrow. I won’t ever have that time back with my son.

I’m trying, Butter.


Um. Oops?

I know it’s been a while. The last post I wrote was in March?

I hate that. But it’s been crazy busy around here & I haven’t felt much like writing lately.

There are highlights I can hit.

  • Our hearts broke when my father-in-law passed away in December. He went quickly & that’s all we could ask for, but there are very few days that go by when Bear doesn’t tell me, “I miss Pop Pop.” Buddy, we all do.
  • M opened his cafe in January. It’s gorgeous & infuriating & I’m so so so so so proud of him.
  • We’re working through an official ADHD diagnosis with Butter.
  • Both boys will be in the same school this year. Thank. Goodness.
  • Oh yeah, Bear is going into Kindergarten. And Butter will be in third grade. It’s insane how fast time has gone.

I quit a job in February. I’m still waiting tables, still working with MIL, & still working with/for M doing stuff around the cafe.

Life is insane.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.