Ex.haus.ted
from a fun filled week end with the girls. But that’s a good type of
exhaustion!
Although
I have to fully confess on having a parenting fail yesterday. DD2 decided to have a fit at the end of
church because she was hungry and wanted (demanded) jelly beans that were given
to her in sunday school. i said no, not until after lunch. tantrum ensued. le
sigh. note to self re: power struggles with a pre-schooler: disengage!
On the flip side, we got an early start to coloring eggs, played with the neighbors on bikes, took the girls to see _Home_ --very sweet, DD1 and I cried, because we are softies! ha ha ha. lots of hugs and love. And before said tantrum, the girls sang with the children's choir and we also marched with our palm leaves for Palm sunday...
On the flip side, we got an early start to coloring eggs, played with the neighbors on bikes, took the girls to see _Home_ --very sweet, DD1 and I cried, because we are softies! ha ha ha. lots of hugs and love. And before said tantrum, the girls sang with the children's choir and we also marched with our palm leaves for Palm sunday...
As for
the legal stuff--I’m still waiting to hear back from my attorney on what to do
about the child support. I know deep
down I have to face him, and after all that we’ve been through, you’d think I
would be okay with that. Even
stronger. And in some ways, I am. In others, I feel helpless and scared, and if
there is a way to NOT have to face him in such an adversarial setting, I think
I may take it. It brings up too much
trauma and fear.
At
the very least, I’m glad that even with this cloud at the back of my mind, that’s
where it’s staying—in the back burner, and not taking over my every day life. So that’s progress, right? When I think of this week end, chock full of
fun and activity-- I was concentrating on what we were doing (rather than what
may be happening with re: the ex), and even though I hiccupped on the parenting
end, I was able to pick up my imperfections and have a positive experience with
the girls.
Saturday
morning, DD2 and DD1 woke up before me, hubby was still asleep. They crawled into bed for some early morning
snuggles, then I whispered to them to get up and brush their teeth and get
dressed, so we could go play with our new puppy G. A few minutes later, DD2 came into my
bathroom and whispered in her stage voice (i.e. a whisper shout), “G pooped…and
it’s EVERYwhere!!” I told her to go back
downstairs, but not to open the gate (we have built G her very own living space
a.k.a. my kitchen) and DD2 could pat G through the bars, but not to let her
out. I hurried to finish brushing my
teeth and get dressed, but when I opened the bathroom door, the bed was empty,
and when I got downstairs, hubby had already cleaned up everything, the kitchen
was spotless! All that was left to do
was for me to clean G’s paws, who was running around our yard outside, since
she clearly tramped around her own poo, ha ha ha. (I swear—having a puppy is like having a new
baby in the house, poo and pee galore!)
So
then, my usual hubby-who-does-not-hurry-out-of-bed-in-the-morning suggested that
we all go out to breakfast—to our favorite little breakfast spot, a sleepy diner
tucked away near our beautiful green mountain view. Once there, and while waiting for our
chocolate chip pancakes and eggs, Hubby told the girls the story of how we went
there on our second date, and sat in the booth right next to the one we were in
that morning. Then I told the girls that
the view of the mountains was so beautiful, that I asked A to come sit by me,
so he could see it—since his back was to the view. Then hubby said, oh no, that’s what mommy THINKS
happened, but really, I just wanted to sit next to her, so I just let her think
it was because of the view. Both girls
giggled hysterically at that story…and later I heard DD1 repeat it to one of
her favorite aunties. Very sweet.
So…swoon. All in all, a happy week end. I feel blessed and thankful.
