Day three we thrifted. The end.
We had a nice gentle day of going and going and going. We hit our (the boys and I) usual haunts and a few extras. In search of jeans and a desk.
We even managed a quick trip to the Historical Museum though we didn’t end up ever finding our friends. Bumped into someone else we knew who was there with her child’s school group. The museum was a nice break from searching through the stacks of jeans at the local thrifts. And I finally found some Iowa postcards to send out.
We never did find a desk that we liked but we did come home with a few jeans and a couple of books.
Day 4 we rested.
Today we spent hanging out at home. We moved somethings around in our office area - which according to my dear hubby is my favorite past time. The boys played Star Wars while I hung out clothes. Mr. Numbers wandered around and did odd jobs that are always waiting to be done. We were inside and outside and inside and outside. I spent the evening watching a movie with my boys while Mr. Numbers mowed. Pretty boring stuff huh?
Well on the parenting front we’re running into an interesting phase. Lil’B wants to play with the “big boys” but gets distraught when he’s hurt doing so. And he gets quite mad at his brother when it happens to - saying that it (the fall, the hit, the bump, bonk etc) are his brother’s fault. It is driving me nuts. I’ve tried (and will continue) explaining to Lil’B that if he’s going to play foam sword fight, star wars, pirate….whatever that he has to deal with the somewhat inevitable swats that don’t land right. But still he ends up screaming and tears running with the blame game coming on. Jr. is getting particularly frustrated because not only is Lil’B trying outdoors - he’s trying indoors with a lot….A LOT of that’s mine! It has to be THIS WAY not THAT WAY. I need ALL the toys for this thing and I can’t share!
And I know a lot of this is age related. But knowing that isn’t making my ears feel any better. I am so tired of them yelling at each other. I am tired of finding myself yelling. I abhor that in myself and I am constantly trying to turn away from yelling.
Of course this week is doubly worse because we have Daddy home which always seems to make things better and worse at the same time. Tonight Jr. even pulled out the big “I hate you” to his brother. I was glad to hear him say after a bit that it wasn’t that he hates his brother he just doesn’t like the way he is reacting. Hate is a powerful word and not one that I want my children to use lightly. So the silver lining is that I in a rare moment had the luck of walking in quietly at just that right moment. And take that opportunity to talk to Jr. about my feelings about saying we “hate” people and things.
