I’m having a garage sale with several other moms this weekend. So my mind is full of prices and speculations.
Can I really get $10 for that table & chairs?
Is that pair of pants to stained to sell?
Tons of fun!
So more later! Today I’m grabbing my tea on the go as we see just how much stuff we can fit into our friendly hostesses garage!
Today was better for me and I think for the boys. The sun came out and we were basking in its warmth all day long. The rain left large quantities of water for the boys to play with in the sandbox. Soaking up all that good vitamin D from the sun helped our moods tremendously.
Side note Happy Feet while cute was much more of an environmental film than a kids movie. I’m still not decided on how I feel about it. I’m somewhat leaning towards only two stars. I loved the music/dancing scenes though I concur with a friend that the music choices were a little more racy than I’d have preferred (for a kids movie). And the seal trying to eat Mumble scared the shit out of me AND Lil’B! We did not see that one coming and both jumped!
I’m still trying to get Lynanne’s baby gift out. I busted my sewing machine and have been digging out the spare. I am actually not sure how it happened but the thread tension came all apart. We put it back together but its not been the same since. Tomorrow though I will have enough hands to dig out the box with the spare in it.
I had hoped to post more today but I’m taking full advantage of an opportunity to soak in the tub. So I shall leave you with a link to two of my favorite soap shops:
Check them out. Indulge your senses a little bit.
Chamomile tea is my choice when I need to be contemplative. Its what I choose when I really need a moment to quiet my mind and hear what my heart is saying. I spent the afternoon today asking myself questions about my current way of dealing with my boys. Or more specifically about those aspects of my children which I find frustrating. Right now we as a family are in a cycle of frustration. I hate what that does to me as a mother, what it does to my normally sweet faced children and how it manifests throughout the day.
I am finding as my frustration level with my own inability to reach through the white noise in Jr.’s brain mounds that I am becoming more of a nagging, yelling, yucky mom. Its not how I want to be and its not who I want to be. But each day I am faced with the same problem of simply getting my son to hear me. I’m having to repeat myself two and three times. I am also having to get after him repeatedly for doing things I have requested he not do. Its like we have a disconnect when it comes to what I say and what he hears.
I am also having difficultly when I am trying to get obedience out of Lil’B. Don’t misunderstand what I am talking about when I say obedience though. Its not about picking up toys or some other menial task. This is about stopping.
As is “Stop hitting your brother!” or “Stop jumping down the steps!” or “Stop bouncing on the couch!” I am having a tremendously hard time getting Lil’B to understand that at times I need his obedience for his own safety. I don’t fear for my furniture. It’s well used and well loved. I do however fear that my very own little daredevil is going to bounce himself THROUGH the picture window. Case in point the other day as I am entering the room to chastise him about bouncing on the couch one again. He bounced off the side and landed on the side table. That table is the only thing that save him from landing on his head.
Breaking the cycle of frustration with my children is top priority for me. I wake up each day with the intention of doing it better, different or just more quietly. At night I go to bed waiting for the divine motherly inspiration fairy to strike me upon the head with better ideas for the next morning. At this point I am wondering if the divine motherly inspiration fairy needs to get a 2 x 4 for my thick skull.
Tomorrow is another day.
Tomorrow I will do better.
Tomorrow the kids will hear me.
Tomorrow we will break this frustrating cycle.
And if we don’t I guess there is always the next day….
