Nov 30, 2012

Confession-I Feel Very Defeated Today

I confess....
This has been one of the hardest weeks for me as a mom.

I confess....
No one prepared me for how difficult it would be when my child was hurting and there was nothing I could do about it. Well except cry a little, but nothing helpful.

I confess....
Mark started preschool this week and the crying every morning was rough. But his first day riding the bus was just awful!! He screamed and I had to force him onto the bus while he cried for me not to let the man take him. Yeah, that sucked!
He was happy waiting for the bus.

Not so much getting on the bus!

I confess....
On that same day, I was in Isabella's preschool class. Belly asked some girls if she could play with them and the little 4 year old future mean girl said "We don't like you and we don't want to play with you-you're weird." My heart broke watching this occur, her face crumpled.

I love her weirdness

I confess....
And to make my day just super fantastic, the bus driver called me at 11:55 asking me why I wasn't home. I tried explaining that my drop off time was 12:23, why was he 30 minutes early? So that became another nightmare and no one in transportation can give me a straight answer on his drop off time. I'm beyond pissed off over this and I may have cussed a few people out over them telling me that the drop off time is an estimate. Um no you have a 3 year old special needs child on that bus, you cannot try to drop him off 30 minutes early.

I confess....
This is just not something I am ready to deal with. I have to through since I have another child in another preschool and I need to be able to pick up one kid and be home to meet the bus for another.

I confess....
I was really looking forward to this weekend and the twins birthday party. And then I saw a rash that looks like chicken pox on Mark. Sigh.

The beginning of a pirate ship for the party


I confess....
So off to the doctor we went and yep that little stinker spent a week in preschool and he now has chicken pox. No party for my twins = more tears and drama for my week. Not to mention 6 pounds of chicken I already cooked for the nacho bar and 1 birthday cake = tears for me. It would have been two cakes but I needed more eggs so I'm thankful for forgetting to add them to the grocery list this week.
They make you wait in the hallway when you suspect chicken pox

I confess....
I'm feeling very defeated right now.

What are you confessing this week?

10 comments:

  1. Oh honey!!!! Hang in there. I want to strangle the bus driver and those mean little girls for you!! Just look at those sweet smiling faces in your last picture and give them a big hug, take a deep breath, and remember tomorrow is a new day!

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    1. They were pretty cute sitting in the hallway. They sure do know when to turn on the charm!

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  2. Oh I am so sorry you are feeling so deflated! I have not walked in your shoes so I can offer no advice. But I think that in general things will get better. Mark might not like the bus but I think he will get used to it. He's so young and I bet it just takes longer. Not that it hurts your momma heart any less. Sounds like you need a glass of wine with a side of non-birthday-party cake tonight!

    KK

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    1. Oh yes a cocktail was in order on Friday night. In fact, I made it a double just to make sure it did the trick :)

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  3. Oh man you sure are having a rough day. It is rough starting out for the school bus, but it gets easier.. hang in there.

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    1. I'm hanging onto the hope that the bus will get better. I know that he likes school since he wanted to go today and he cried when I told him that he couldn't since he's sick.

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  4. Aww...hang on there. I confess that motherhood is kicking my butt at the moment too. Watching and hearing about what other moms get accomplished makes me feel a little inadequate some times.

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    1. Oh man, what other moms manage to get done makes me feel like a big ole failure sometimes.

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  5. I confess that I had times like you just described. Thinking back on it--mine are grown now--I think it hurt me a lot more than it hurt them. When we reminisce I can still almost cry over things they don't even remember. Then they will tell me things that I don't remember, and I was right there! Take heart.

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    1. Thank you that made me feel so much better. I'm sure she will forget this little episode since she's only four.

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