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I realize it's been quite a while since I've posted an update to my blog. For that, I'm sorry to those of you who read it (all 6 of you, including me). However, if you are a parent, and more importantly, a single parent - I'm sure you will understand.
Have you ever woken up in the morning feeling like you've been run over by a fleet of Mac Trucks? Have you ever pondered the notion of eating your own young. (Hey, some animals do it so it can't be all that wrong...can it?) Have you ever watched a sweet and innocent, beautiful little 2 year old girl sleep while secretly plotting a move to a foreign country before she wakes up? Have you ever wondered how teenagers survive their teen years? Or have you ever wondered if your 6 year old son will ever quit trying to snap your spine by jumping off of increasingly higher pieces of furniture? I certainly hope at least one of you have. That way, I'm not alone in this war.
What war you say? Trust me, raising kids is much like combat. Everything from brushing teeth and getting dressed in the morning, to baths at night, brushing teeth, and getting dressed for bed. It's one long series of battles. Some you win, most you loose. Now I know what General Custer must have felt like at Little Big Horn. I'll even bet the sound my daughter made last night as I brushed her hair before bed resembled the crys of all those indians that took him out. I think all the small animals in my neighborhood are now deaf...I certainly am. I was unaware humans could reach a pitch that high and for that long. I nearly ran out of breath just watching her.
The good news...Our furniture arrives on Wednesday. YAY, No more sleeping on blow up mattresses or eating in lawn chairs with plasticware on a card table. I'm really hoping this helps to settle the kids in a bit more as well. Most of their toys and bicycles will be here so now they will have more to do that use dad's head as a jungle gym or punching bag. Oh, and the biggest bonus of this week.....wait for it.....SCHOOL STARTS ON FRIDAY. I'm so excited I could cry. I feel like a squirl on acid most days. Running around here and there just trying to keep the house from burning down and my 6 year old off the roof. The cute little 2 year old secretly plotting against me, and the 15 year old eyeing my keys to the car pretty much keep me pegged to the ground. I need about 4 arms, 6 eyes, and a bullet proof vest...and that's just at dinner time.
Our schedule mitigates most pain in that I don't really give them an option. I wake them all up at 0515 and before they are fully aware of whats going on, I have their teeth brushed and they are all dressed. It's like watching a coma patient wake up. One minute they are sleeping and the next they are all lined up in the living room staring blankly into their cereal bowls wondering what the heck happened and how they got there. It's quite funny. Have you ever watched a 6 year old try to brush his teeth with his eyes closed. His chin is so white and shinny. I'll bet he never gets a cavity there!
Well, it's been a fun few weeks and I still feel like I'm teetering on the edge of insanity but I have more tricks in store for these three little beasts that rule my every waking moment. The two boys are now signed up for music lessons and as soon as I find a certified monkey trainer, the baby will be going to gymnastics, ballet, or cheer lessons. We're getting as involved in our church as much as they will let us, and I'm hiding all electronic games as of Friday.
I may loose many of the battles, but I REFUSE TO LOOSE THE WAR!
