I know, I sound so pathetic...Really though, at this point, survival is the best I can hope for. After countless messes and accidents I put Ian back in pull-ups. It doesn't seem to bother him. I give him like three accidents before I put them on but I'm thinking that even that is making me crazy so it's probably going to change. He goes back to school next week for a few hours a day and I feel like I might actually gain control again. That means chores, scheduled meals and activities. I know that we all feel better when there is structure but I haven't felt like I could even musture up the energy. I think we had one day last week that I never really made a meal. The kids just ate whatever (if they ate!). But, no more; I'm ready for the structure. The kids will still fight, the house will still be a mess and I'll be changing diapers on a 9 year-old but I will be doing it with a smile because I will have a plan. Wish me luck.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
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3 people not afraid to say something:
I was thinking about it, and I would LOVE LOVE LOVE it if I could take Ian from you for a little bit one day and play with him.
He is so cute and I love him, plus you could use the break!
:)
GOOD LUCK!!! :)
I need to get my meals under control too. I procrastinate and then we end up eating late which means everything ends up being later including bedtime and then I have no time for me. ARG. If I was rich, I'd have a personal chef. And get my hair washed by someone else everyday! I love that!
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